Well, 0 draft, I rarely do any at all.
When I do, the earlier the better, but more importantly, HOW I do it is the key. The only time Iâll describe a character looking at themselves in the mirror is when the mirror is important to the story. Itâs got to be well handled.
Another issue is so vague of ethnicity posting that no one has a clue what the characterâs background is. That is starting to get people up in arms because it can potentially whitewash a black character. Vague inclusivity. (If I hadnât come across those arguments, Iâd not even think about being more than vague or to-story because Iâm not visual. What characters look like IS vague to me.)
But if itâs a one-and-done description, people can âInsert their own assumptionsâ. Unfortunately, touchstones on looks and culture will have to come up a few times to keep people on track.
I like when the look of a person does more than give you her curves, but gives you her mind and her emotional stateâŚlet me pull up one that might not ever be finished, since itâs from last November:
ONC opening
Agda Jennifer Whitmore stood in front of her mirror, in her beautiful, expensive bathroom, watching her wavy hair pull off her scalp with each brush stroke. She fought against biting her lips. âI just got that the right ash brownâŚâ
AJ refused to panic, as tears would make applying her mascara all the harder. It wouldnât run, as she knew better than to wear anything less than waterproof, but it had to cure on a fairly dry surface to stick. But the clumps of hair made her stomach twist with grief.
Hopefully enough hair would remain on her head in order to preserve her confidence, but if not, sheâd resort to a scarf around her head today, before picking up a wig. Agda needed to be presentable. The case was too big, way too big.
Lawyers were seen as phonies any which way she went, even over hair. No one believed the hint of gray, although her experience spoke for itself. She chose it to represent her strengths, what truly mattered to her.
Never in her life had she lost hair, weight or anything else over a trialâŚusually not even the case. And she was set to win this one, too, but the man she was defending was clearly guilty as hell, and had already told her that if she screwed his case up, there would be hell to pay.
[event that caused this moment]
It wasnât that day that pushed her to question her goals in life. Today was the sign she said sheâd always look for. AJ had promised her grandfather sheâd retire, if there was ever any hint of her not being able to handle the stress. She didnât care if it was called a midlife crisis or a fear of this man, although she had the strength to go toe-to-toe with him in most arguments, as long as it was words. Her decision must be a lifestyle choice, and it had to remain that.
It couldnât be the nails that raked the side of her neck. And it couldnât be the hair loss.
Otherwise her hands would start to shake over the scattered remains of her confidence.
And see? Itâs not a ton of description. Itâs mostly focused on her hair.