Can one overindulged? Yes! Shoes. Knickknacks. Scrap booking stamps. Baseball cards. The more is not the merrier, it’s the messier. Every empty space is taken. There’s no room left in our lives. We’ve lost our sense of humanization. The shelf that held compassion, time, and feelings, where did it go? I have a friend whose whole house is lovingly filled with giraffes. Tall, short, extremely tall, fat, stuffed. Wood or woven, they are (every single one) put out on display. There was a time when she knew the names of everyone who had gifted her with one. That’s in the past. The amount is too many to keep track of. Six to eight Pair of shoes, ladies.
Okay, but isn’t that the same when we talk about characters? We are overindulging in the amount of co-stars that are appearing as marquee names. Your protagonist does this cute little thing, but I just read that Character D does it too. New hairdo, new dress, new redo? Oops. So the Antagonist is supposed to kill…who? Oh, yeah… the spy, right? And that’s the Protagonist, or is it? Did he/she do it, or did Character C, her twin sister, or Character M because he read the paper. No, I think I remember in chapter two that a merchant over on Daley street is the spy. He only dishes out soup to mislead you. Well okay, you’ve won…I’m misread. Stick with you main characters, bring in those who are necessary and never-never put in Character V in the last chapter and tell me (the reader) that he’s the one that did it. Because even though you might have mention him on page two, I might have forgotten. Oh, he was the kid bending over, tying off the string on a stack of newspapers. Yeah, NOT.
Have a Happy Writing Week.