While running my usual route yesterday evening, the golden fireball in the sky was low and kissed the stones of a near by graveyard. I instantly was filled with an almost ancient feeling of sadness and fear. I have never felt those things passing this particular graveyard, because I grew up very near it, and had to pass it on my way to school every day. I noticed how the Yew trees hung low and somber like sad giants with much to tell. Then it hit me. The sweet aroma of honeysuckles. The warm breeze blew, brushing against the honeysuckle petals, carrying their pleasant scent to me, instantly revitalizing my senses. Closing my eyes, I let the sweet smell of honeysuckles surround me, consume me, making me feel alive. I then began to ponder. People and Characters are much like the honeysuckles and the graveyard. They are not one demintional, but complex. Our moods and feelings change like the wind. We feel sad at inappropriate times. We feel happy when we know we shouldn’t. An antagonist can feel regret, pain, and fear, but also happiness and love. Our hero can also feel hatred, jealousy and revenge. When writing, remember these things and your readers will ultimately believe them, and relate to them, because in the end, we are them.