I’ve never been big on New Year resolutions, but I think I’m going to try the George Costanza thing and do the opposite. So instead of ignoring the resolution tradition, I’m going all in, baby!
I’m going to change my writing style completely, and while I’m at it, I’m going to introduce a new character that will drive my writing from here on out. Joe Durango.
I realize that’s not so much a resolution as it is just a change, but heck, let’s not quibble. This is a big deal.
Now the name Joe Durango evokes kind of a rugged image. You don’t want to mess with Joe Durango. So with my character, I need to figure out what kind of story to write. Here are some options.
Joe Durango. A tough, gritty cop. Misunderstood, with a lot of personal baggage. Solves cases his way. Women are drawn to him, but don’t understand him.
“You are one damaged cop, Joe Durango,” Damonica said. Then she walked away.
Joe Durango, the lonely hero.
Joe Durango. A drifter, just looking for a steady paycheck and a bunk. No one knows much about his past, but he has a way with horses. The other cowhands are afraid to ask him about the scar on his face. Women are drawn to him, but don’t understand him.
“So, Joe Durango, are you ever going to talk about what happened in Carson City?” Annabel asked. She waited. “No. I didn’t think so.”
Joe Durango, alone on the range.
Joe Durango. Baseball prodigy, came out of nowhere. Throws a fastball like no one has seen before. He plays one game in the majors, then walks away from it all. A living legend in baseball, but the rest of his life is a complete mystery. Woman are drawn to him, but don’t understand him.
“Take me with you, Joe Durango,” Willow said. “I just want to be with you, wherever that may be.”
“Where I’m going is no place for a lady,” he answered.
Joe Durango, man of mystery.
No, not really.