Grief through Character Development by Debra Kristi

My sister left this world eighteen years ago, but it would not be the only time I would lose her. I had a journey to take – a path of grief to follow, one of which I had skipped lightly around in the year  following  her  passing.  The  same  years  my  muse  became  active.  Flooding  my  head  with stories and, while I lightly entertained the notion they presented, I made no serious move to do anything about them. Not until they started yelling at me a decade later. It would seem my muse didn’t care  much  for  being  ignored. Soon, the story was talking to me every waking  moment, giving me no peace at any time of the day or night. They say the squeaky wheel gets the oil, and so it did. I eventually put pen to paper, bringing life to my manuscript, and beginning my journey of grief. I started to feel something I hadn’t felt in years and  it encouraged  me to continue. The words and  story  flowed with undeniable  strength and my sister’s presence filled the room whenever I wrote. So intense was the soul of my story and the characters breaking through that one character actually captured the essence of my sister, pulling  her  into  my  manuscript.  She  came  alive  as  Crystia,  a  player,  in  my  ongoing  Balance Bringer Chronicles. Through Crystia I have traveled  my path of grief and  found my place of tranquility.  And  it  is through her that I will once again lose my sister when I put the story to bed upon its completion. Only this time it will be different. There will be peace and understanding in the loss. And I will always have that part of her with me, on the pages of my.  Until then, I will savor every minute.

Grief through Character Development by Debra Kristi My sister left this world eighteen years ago, but it would not be the only time I would lose her. I had a journey to take – a path of grief to follow, one of which I had skipped lightly around in the year  following  her  passing.  The  same  years  my  muse  became  active.  Flooding  my  head  with stories and, while I lightly entertained the notion they presented, I made no serious move to do anything about them. Not until they started yelling at me a decade later. It would seem my muse didn’t care  much  for  being  ignored. Soon, the story was talking to me every waking  moment, giving me no peace at any time of the day or night. They say the squeaky wheel gets the oil, and so it did. I eventually put pen to paper, bringing life to my manuscript, and beginning my journey of grief. I started to feel something I hadn’t felt in years and  it encouraged  me to continue. The words and  story  flowed with undeniable  strength and my sister’s presence filled the room whenever I wrote. So intense was the soul of my story and the characters breaking through that one character actually captured the essence of my sister, pulling  her  into  my  manuscript.  She  came  alive  as  Crystia,  a  player,  in  my  ongoing  Balance Bringer Chronicles. Through Crystia I have traveled  my path of grief and  found my place of tranquility.  And  it  is through her that I will once again lose my sister when I put the story to bed upon its completion. Only this time it will be different. There will be peace and understanding in the loss. And I will always have that part of her with me, on the pages of my.  Until then, I will savor every minute. Meet Crystia: Junior in High School, living in a small desert town Drives an old, weathered 80’s Ford Mustang Shops thrift stores and retro fashions for her look Long, straight, very light blonde hair
Heterochromia eyes with bright blue contacts 5’6” with wafer thin build Personal theme song: Sky Fits Heaven by Madonna There’s a lot more to learn about Crystia in my novel Becoming: The Balance Bringer. I hope you love her as much as I do.  ~ Thanks so much for letting me share this bit about my sister and her inspired character on your blog. I truly appreciate your time and help in spreading the word about my novel. And thanks a million to the readers! It’s for you that we write!