Eric Leaf is pretend. He's the married man who Olivia has a fling with in my novel. I spent an hour or so trying to figure him out tonight. He's a minor character, and I'm finding him to be a bit lame. His wife is more successful than he is in a monetary-and-careersy way, and Olivia is in the same sad place as he is. Olivia's more his equal and he likes to save damsels in distress with his big, kissy lips. In my mind he looks like half Martin Donovan and half sixties era Mick Jagger. But in an indie kid uniform.
His wife seems to have her shit together and does need him. Olivia does not have her shit together and acts like she needs him. Therein the attraction lies.
Or at least that's how I'm justifying it on his end.
My laptop died today, so the latest seven pages of my novel, plus the plumping of the beginning that I did (which I was quite happy with) is locked up. Bob says he can resucitate. I think I have to buy a new laptop. Bah.
Posted by Zerd at November 14, 2006 10:28 PM