Firstly, you don't need to tell us you're a succubus - we already know that, dear. No one here will deny your sheer sexual energy.
Otherwise, I'd say we're all going to Hell, if that's the case. Ms. Morrison might claim to write people of her own inventions, but it's quite a bold thing to say. Is anything we create truly our own idea? There's a branch of thought that says that every person, every face, you see in your dreams is someone you have seen before. It's believed that there are no uniquely imagined faces, simply drawn from the depths of your creative genius mind - they're all the forgotten, buried faces you've walked past for decades and never recognised. Can we refute this? Not really. I'll be honest and say that last night in a pub I saw a girl I went to college with not five years ago. Did I remember her? No. My friend remembered her - I did not. So can we ever say that the faces we see in our dreams are our own creation? No. We can't prove that.
Likewise, I'd say those we see in our writing come from a similar place. I understand Ms Morrison's idea - creating your own characters is by far more enriching and more captivating than simply writing a new perspective on a face or a person you've already seen. There's a personal touch to it - the freedom to go anywhere you please, to truly live through the imagined life of a stranger for one fun, shining moment. When we write, we create people. We don't just write about a name and their actions - we should be aiming to create real people. Our characters should come to live - own their own personalities, humours, characters, traits, quirks and idiosyncrasies. I am sometimes told that a reader HATES the character in my story. I love that. To me, that someone can truly despise my character makes them real - it gives them a personal, human touch that I aim for. I don't want characters people feel apathetic about. I want real people that readers can live through, relate to, despise and fall in love with. People make stories.
It seems strange, but there's often more life in showing a unique character than there is in copying someone we know. We can never hope to match the true character of someone else, no matter how well we know them. It will always be a shadow of their real self. We don't allow them to be who they are - unlike those we truly create. There is a strange action of almost holding ourselves back when we write about those we know. Rather than allowing that energy of the person to flow, we try to restrict ourselves to match their personalities. Sometimes it works, but we should allow ourselves that wonder of artistic licence.
I admit to writing stories based around people I know, though. Yes, in this regard I too shall be joining you in Hell. I think I'll bring whisky instead, though, if you don't mind. There will be others along with the wine shortly. Sometimes the people around us can snatch at a part of our writer's soul - whether it's someone we pass by, a person on the train (I've been there, written that...), a friend who says something that speaks to us, or anyone we encounter in life. Inspiration comes from the strangest of places. As writers, I think it's our duty to embrace that inspiration, no matter where it comes from, or when. Truly creating our own fictional characters is one thing, but there's a beauty in capturing a moment, a thought, a mood, an ideal, a wish or a dream that fleetingly passes throughout our day. This is the true human side of us all - and it is so easily captured and recorded if we just allow ourselves to paint the image we see at that time. We don't need to be great inventors. Sometimes the greatest stories of all are those we just remember well. Life is the greatest story of all.
To return to my point, is there really such a thing as a purely unique and original character? I don't think it's possible. We live in a world where we're constantly told stories, introduced to characters, shown plot-lines and given cliffhangers and twists. Our minds are programmed for these things, recording and replaying all of the stories we hear - comedies and tragedies. We see hundreds of people every day, each with their own stories, each caught in their own tiny fragment of time. These people influence us. We remember these people, whether we want to or not. Everything we do in life shapes the way we think, feel, believe and - most importantly - imagine. Can the man who lives his entire life alone in the wilderness imagine anything but the wilderness? The stories and people we find every day shape our thoughts, whether we want them to or not. Every character we create is a patchwork creation from dozens and hundreds of others. They're like no one we recognise - they're like hundreds and thousands we know.
So am I going to Hell? Damn right, I am - with pride. I think we all are. We're all guilty of stealing from others. Are we really stealing, though? Is the camera guilty of offending those it records, or are we just the medium - the monitor - through which we see our own humanity, in all its forms?