You’ll find potential characters for your books everywhere you go; the snotty waitress in the restaurant you’ll never dine at again, the street artist wearing tattered jeans and a paint-spattered tee-shirt sketching people in the park or the short-order cook who sings and recites poetry as he fixes your meal. I recently came across a character I’ll use while eating breakfast in Louisiana. He was definitely a coon-ass Cajun. He rambled on about Pavlovian Primates and the maturation of the egg. He quipped to customers standing at the counter that unlike their warranties, his beauty was not transferable.
When you encounter someone who is interesting, jot down the details, but change the person’s name and perhaps gender before using it him in your work.
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