Mr. Grump With A Heart Of Gold/IHeartCharacters

I Heart Characters! is a weekly meme hosted by Dani @ Perspective of a Writer to showcase our book blogger love for characters! Each week she’ll supply a topic and you’ll supply the character. Post on whatever day suits you, about characters from whatever media you love (books, movies, K-dramas, television, manga, anime, webtoons, whatever!) and link up on Thursday so YOU and others can blog hop and share the character love. ♡

This is very, very, dorky and cliché, but my Grouch with a Heart of Gold is… 



I feel for Darcy, and I don’t just mean he’s hot. He’s misunderstood. People take his shyness to mean he’s a snob, an arse, an other. True, he has said some things that sounded pretty bad. But Lizzy tried to get a big introvert to dance. This man doesn’t want any attention, and you’re trying to get him to dance?

 When he finally does dance, it says he’s willing to put effort into their relationship. He wants her to see him as a real person, not just the front he puts up.


His love is strong

 He cares and protects his little sister. It’s not easy to love someone that way, like a parent and a friend. It’s like you’d do anything in the world to protect them, but they ignore you constantly, and when they do acknowledge you, they can get really annoying, temporarily hate you, try to get your attention and displays of love. Georgina is a good girl, but they went through a tough time with Wickham.

His love is persistent

 Darcy knows that Lizzy hates him. Darcy knows that Lizzy isn’t a “proper” match for him. Yet he’s caught by Lizzy’s concern for Jane, by Lizzy’s long walks in the rain, by Lizzy’s lack of embarrassment of mud and poverty. He loves her despite everything, and is courageous in his confession. Speaking of…

His love is articulate



What more could you want?


Stepdaddy’s Blood: A WIP


 Hello sweetie! I’ve hit a bit of *gulp* writers’ block in my current WIP. I wrote a bit of an overview, mostly data relating to the characters. The problem is I’ve been working for so long on this, first as an omnipotent novel, then as a play for a class, then in 1st person, and now it’s back to being 3rd person!  

  This is the story of something ridiculous. All stories are, by their nature. If I tell you that this story is true, you’ll believe it, even though I took out the “um”s and “likes”. If I tell you that this is a love story, you’ll look for people in the act of falling in love, even if they don’t act on it. If you don’t like the love that is presented to you, you’ll look for another outlet, another pair to ship, or a different nature of love. If I tell you it’s a mystery, you’ll seize every detail for evidence, look for who murdered who, and treat the entire story as a puzzle to solve. Maybe you’ll solve it before my characters do, but maybe you won’t, because it’s a mystery only science can solve, or you get caught up in the story or character relations.

  This is all a bit vague. But it’s a mystery, it’s supposed to be vague. Yet in practice, mysteries are hard cut. These are the facts, work with them. But this particular mystery, well. It gets solved by scientific data. And then there’s a murder. I would like Ebola to be in there somewhere, but this is America. It is a cesspool, but advancements have made it so that an American chosen at random has an almost certain probability of having Ebola.

  Let me tell you a story in the vaguest terms possible. The protagonists are a high schooler and her teacher. The villains, well, that’s part of the mystery. But of all the characters, three are destined to die, two characters are evil to varied degrees, two are of Russian descent, two are latinx, one is greek, two are mixed race, one is Chinese, and two are white. Five, if you count the Russians and the greek. Four are bilingual and two are trilingual. Two are not present. One is a photographer. Two are carpenters. Two are in high school. One is vegan and one is vegetarian. Most of these things overlap.

  Personality-wise, four are introverts and two are extroverts. Two are creative, two are logical, and two are both creative and logical. One is much more risk inclined than the others. Two are moderately risk-inclined, one is somewhat risk-inclined, one is balanced between risk and security, and one is quiet.

  Plot-wise, only those of latnix descent explore their ancestry, and is basically the motivation of the main characters. Allan was brought up by her white mother, and knew her father as a kid. Her parents separated years ago. When she and her mother moved to Oakland they began a cycle of poverty that is barely alleviated by infrequent child-support checks.

  But her father wasn’t her mother’s husband. He died years ago, months after Allan was born. Her mother won’t give her clear answers. Why did she leave her husband? Why did her husband seem to love her? She begins to suspect. Maybe she is the bastard child of the White Ass, but maybe her father is dead.

A short excerpt : 

  Getting melanoma is not a good idea. Forcing someone else to get it is inhumane. Yet 521 seniors were forced to cluster onto open bleachers as six teachers and nine students performed a memorial service for a history teacher who died, quite naturally, in a car crash.

  “I honestly didn’t know her very well,” said Pireto Klemente Davila, Spanish department. “But I know how many of my students liked her, and the history department, you like death.”

  The onlookers gave a collective intake of breath, with the exception of Emma Allan Packyard, previously trying to decide if it was Dr. Thomas or the judge, who looked up at the unmournful mention of death.

   Pirteo was looking at her. She smiled in approval.

  “Mr. Davila, why would anyone like death?” asked Principal Chalmers.

  “Uh, I meant, when people die, it’s easy to mourn the dead person, but what we should do is celebrate. The person, the difference she made, instead of being sad. Even Hitler was saluted while being cremated, instead of  a mandatory vegetarian diet for nazis in the days after his death.”

  “Mr. Davila, everyone.” Charlmers gestured for Pireto to sit.

  Allan started clapping, then quieted, seeing that no one else did. She wondered why, since all the other presenters received applause, even the students.

  I’m not being very descriptive, am I? There’s no heart in this data. So ask me a question. Ask me anything! Ask of me what you expect to see, so I can either prove you wrong or enhance it in my novel. Tell me what catches your attention, and what doesn’t. Thanks for your help!

Aspergian Representation


 Name five aspergian characters that aren’t white males.  I really would appreciate if you could think of some, cause I can’t.  I can’t even name five white male aspergians;  there’s Sheldon from Big Bang Theory, Spock from TOS, Sherlock Holmes, and that real guy that wrote a autobio and worked for Pink Floyd. I could list more characters played by Benedict Cumberbatch, but since they can be summed up by “Played by Benedict Cumberbatch”, they don’t count. There is Aza from Turtles All The Way Down, but she seems more OCD than Aspergian.

  This is what I want: a poor white girl with asperger’s, that goes on an adventure. She uses her strengths and displays weaknesses. She isn’t stereotypical. She can recognize some emotions and be comfortable in new environments. I want an Aspergian girl that isn’t just Aspergian, but embraces her asperger’s as a part of herself.

  Why poor and white? I’m a poor, white, Aspergian girl myself, so It’s partly selfish. But it’s also a combination that isn’t often seen; if a given character is aspergian, he is probably male. If a given character is white, they probably haven’t experienced poverty.   Poor, white, aspergian girls just don’t get written about unless they become some huge success story. 

  I’d also like to read about Apergian girls of color. I’ve only known a handful of other Aspergian girls, two of them are black. None of them are Latina, Native American, or Asian. I’d like to know what it’s like! Do aspects of their culture clash with their aspergian traits, or do their traits help them? How do they deal with racism with Asper traits? 

Hey you! Do you know of any aspergian minority characters? What kinds of underrepresented characters would you like to see more?

Happy (Belated) Sherlock Holmes Day!

  Happy belated Sherlock Holmes Day! (Ok, I had no idea that there was a SH day until yesterday. Now it’s my third favorite holiday, after Halloween and Free Comic Book Day. Hey, it tops Star Wars Day.)

 Let’s talk about our favorite, underappreciated Sherlock  Holmes stories. My all-time favorite SH story is The Speckled Band. It starts with a young girl hiring Sherlock and Watson to find out what happened to her sister, who died terrible agony. “The band! The speckled band!” Were her last words. It’s awesome, but has not been turned in a full length episode. In the BBCbatch version, it is mentioned as “The Speckled Blonde” but spares the details.


 I deduce it’s one of Gatiss’ favorites, but was shot down by Moffat.


 Will I be shot down for admitting I prefer Charles Augustus Magnesun/Milverton to Moriarty? He’s better, creeper, and more love-to-hate than Moriarty. Even when Sherlock says his name, he sounds better. Moriarty exists just to kill Sherlock. CAM exists to blackmail everyone. Moriarty is the what-if of Sherlock: Sherly reversed. CAM has his own disgusting personality and could exists without Sherlock.

And posts from around the blogsphere:

The Return Of Sherlock Holmes, pt.2


(You can read pt. 1 here)

The Adventure Of The Six Napoleons– Yeah, seems obvious when you’ve seen the series. Yeah, murder. Ideal portrait of a journalist, unlike the scavengers usually portrayed.

 The Adventure Of The Three Students– Ah, that the very thing that plagues me should be shoved into the Sherlock collection- college. Getting in, exams, dorms, etc. A nice change from the usual running ’round and a very simple solution, or would be, if given all the facts available to Sherlock, instead of waiting with Watson.


 The Adventure Of The Golden Pince-Nez– Unusual, yet has ordinary features, a combo that made the solution partly accessible. 

 The Adventure Of The Missing Three-Quarter– As always, the mystery can be solved not by the present, but the secrets of the past. It’s strange that Holmes didn’t have a case involving sports before, as today’s sports have a great deal of scandal.

 The Adventure Of The Abbey Grange– It’s a wonder why Hopkins hasn’t appeared on tv. More of the same. I s’pose Doyle was really tired of SH by then. I love the ending, where Watson is Jury and Sherlock judge.

 The Adventure of The Second Stain– Why The Hell Didn’t They Burn The Letter? Cute ending.

  So. What’s your favorite Sherlock story? Have you seen the Moffat series or RDJ movies?


Love For Notebooks



 The worst thing you can do to a writer is steal her notebook. Persons of other professions, including teachers, seem to think notebooks are a convenient, use-by-use, disposable items that have no meaning no matter who owns it.

Notebooks are important!

 Filled notebooks are the past, empty notebooks are the future, some planned, some without any idea of what it will contain. It’s a communion with your subconscious, with the Muses, with Apollo. With others, depending on what you write.


 Like the TARDIS diary, I have exactly the amount of pages I need. Once a year or so, I get more, but during the year I am content with the blank pages, though not always with the full. When I type out my stories, I make corrections, add little ideas. But if it’s a notebook only, like my diary, I skim through the past content, amused, embarrassed. Notebooks, like the TARDIS, is a way to travel through space-time.

  I love notebooks! Not just the use of them, but the smell and feel, too. I love that a private notebook is physically different from an academic notebook, and different from a professional notebook filled with stories, or a single, continuous story that doesn’t seem to have a concrete end, or repeats itself to find a better way to express an idea.

 I’d better stop now, or I might not stop before the allotted time. What of your love of notebooks, of books? How would you describe their importance?

The Stars, Like Dust: Asimov Was Full Of Himself


The Stars, Like Dust, Isaac Asimov, circa 1951/83, 184 pages

 Issac Asimov, sci-fi master, was next on the shelf. Not wanting to go through a series like Foundation or Robot yet, I snatched The Stars, Like Dust to get a sense of him.

 He’s full of himself.

In every chapter, there is an exaggerated plot twist. I love he’s-the-killer-twist, but every twist here is added conflict with! Exclamation! Points!!!


 The first chapter is mild, considering that there’s a radiation bomb in the room. Biron acts logically, does what needs to be done. He accepts Jonti’s help even though Jonti called just before the bomb went off. Suspicious, isn’t it?

 I liked Jonti and he had great potential, but at the end he’s reduced to nothing, a mindless stock villain. They were all stock people, Hinrik the coward, Arta the girl, Biron the hero. The only character with personality was Gilbret.

 Gilbret, cousin to the royal-not-ruling family, is something of a genius, but hides it to escape the notice of the dictator tyranni. He’s a hider, relatable without crying about it. 

 Typical and overrated. Yet it’s a good book. The writing is smooth, there’s a reasonable amount of technology, and I liked that Biron was a college student, as opposed to the onslaught of high schoolers. 

 I think I’ll read more Asimov eventually but will give him a rest cause this! Does not! Amuse me!!!