Sheila would not allow any male in the story to tell her what to say or how to act, including me. Quite the contrary, she knew that her daughter, Becca, was in her coma from supernatural causes and no matter what I tried to write, if I strayed away from the paranormal, no dialogue for Sheila would come to me. Sheila is one headstrong and determined woman.
It could be her Filipina ancestry that makes her that way. I know when my wife, who is Filipina, gets an idea in her head it is embedded. Any opposition to her idea doesn't stand a chance.
George Walker, Sheila's father, wouldn't allow me to write anything that might make him look bad, evil or other than masculine, until he wanted to confess what he had done while in the war. When I was trying to establish his place in the story, I thought of making him and his friends leaders in the black market, marketing prostitutes. He wanted no part in any of that so he told me of an incident that had always haunted him, so that's how we portrayed him in the story.. He was also quick to enjoy a practical joke, unless he was on the receiving end.
You know? I believe that this story was told to me by George, Sheila, Charis and Dalmara, with a little spice added by Hector DeSolvo and Emiliano Arias. They just allowed me to write it down and publish it.
It's amazing, the stories that exist in one's mind that a word or thought breathes life into. Soon characters begin to move into the story and before you know it, the characters that moved into the story that you laid out begin to take control of that story and tell you how it will be lived.
Does that sound a little like raising children? At certain points of their lives they have to remind us that just because we gave them life, it doesn't mean that we get to live it.