Socrates came to me after I had finished my first awful draft of what is now Mayhem my first novel length story. He arrived whilst I was watching a John Barrowman video for What About Us – no idea how John Barrowman standing in front of a window with someone squirting a hose pipe at it inspired my character. He is however now just over six foot with short dark hair and blue eyes. He arrived fully dressed, fully formed and said hello my name is Socrates. Whatever he says I did not name him, he came with his label.
He was dressed as the Crown Prince of Covesea Island so I knew who he was, he was my main character's brother and he was supposed to be dead. I ended up resurrecting him with my next rewrite. With each successive rewrite his role has grown.
Since then I have written a National Novel Writing Month first-draft novel with him as the main character, a novella and another novel with to first draft with him as a major character. He has been a variety of ages from seven to one hundred and fifty. From a frightened little boy to one of the most powerful men in the universe. He and I fight but I wouldn't live without him. Which is why I know he will be back ready to do his blog next week.