Ah, the season of sugarplums (whatever those really are, LOL)! I dreamt I went to the local import shop, and dropped about $40 (US) on candy, and called it “research” for this blog. And one by one, characters began to pop up in my head.
Droog Bewaren laboriously picked and pitoned his way up to my dream plateau. My fantasy hero was dressed in furs, and his blonde beard was frosty from his breath. He told me a woeful story of growing up in the swamps of Gervuld, but then he received The Call to come to my cool, crisp plateau high in the mountains of his country. He managed to convey all that in about 10 words; Droog isn’t really a talker. He mostly brooded gloomily until . . . .
Ingwer Kirsch bounded up, nimble as a mountain goat. My lovely heroine is young and full of feist; she’s got quite a kick to her as well as an air of sweet efficiency. Droog certainly perked up as soon as he saw her.
Our villain, Scrioppo di Glucosio, dropped in from a dangerous-looking airship powered by squirrels. We had to keep a constant watch for falling hazelnut shells and other . . . exhaust. Glucosio was one of those villains who practiced the milk of human kindness as if it were a half-understood branch of mathematics. He’d be sweet to your face, but then he’d sucker-punch you in the kidneys as soon as you did something “wrong” or if you “disrespected” him in any way.
“Uncle!” Ingwer screamed. “You’ll never take me back! Never! I repudiate you!” Uncle Scrioppo leered and twirled his moustache (of course he did), but Droog unsheathed his broadsword and cut him down. Ingwer hugged him in gratitude then motioned him up the ladder to the waiting airship. “Come along, lady,” she called. “We must save Alpenbauer from my uncle’s henchmen!” But I shook my head sadly. Sorry, my dears, I have a blog to write.
And then I was on my cool, crisp plateau, alone again with nothing but a laptop computer to keep me company.
Our Cast of Characters:
Droog Bewaren: he’s appeared on various snack wrappers as part of a warning to keep things cool and dry. This is his first role as a leading man.
Ingwer Kirsch: Also known as Ginger Cerise. She’s cherry-ginger candy from Alpenbauer who enjoys practicing the martial arts of Bayrische Bonbonlutschkultur in her free time.
Scrioppo di Glucosio: as the main ingredient in Ingwer-Kirsch bon-bons, he’s also known as Glucose Syrup on the English stage. He’s part of the famous comedy team, Scrioppo di Glucosio and Zucchero.
I’m sure that in our international world, someone would catch me out on these names and write me letters that wouldn’t be full of praise and laughter. But then again, Ian Fleming used absolutely ridiculous names to great effect (Truly Scrumptious in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang), so maybe I’m part of a long, secret tradition. Where do you dream up your names?