My fictional characters waiting to be born have bad manners. They'll invade my thoughts at any moment, arriving unannounced. Having my attention, they are apt to do anything.
And so it was that Brinkley entered my head as I was driving to help H unpack her art. He told me the most outrageous backstory about his life and new outrageous elements in his belief system. The thing is, now he's a more complex and eccentric - and entertaining- character than before.
I have much to brood about between now and summer.
