People and their stories are entwined in the most peculiar ways. Their doubt, jealousy, or prejudice can magnify their flaws in one chapter while an unkind word left unspoken can make them seem virtuous in another. A character who appears innocuous, not once cast in an unfavorable light, when seen through the lens of the reader’s own experience suddenly becomes despicable. Working out who’s who is the challenge of the writer. Creating believable characters faced with situations we recognize is a labor of love for those who write fiction. We ask ourselves what’s left to be told, where could we possibly take the imagination of a reader that it hasn’t been a thousand times before? Odyssey? Fantasy? Rhapsody? Wreckage? Revolution? The cult of Downton Abbey?

Which, by the way, lives up to the hype.

Julian Fellows gives characters substance worth returning to season after season. Beyond the cliff hangers and teasers employed to make sure we don’t forget them while on hiatus, the people and their stories are orchestrated to such a degree of perfection that we remember each unlikely alliance and every last betrayal. We become attached to the story and longingly await its return as though we depend upon the English Aristocracy for our own survival. I must admit, the period in which Downton Abbey is set fascinates me. On the cusp of dynamic change, women of all classes carried themselves with grace in a time when there was no law, natural or man-made, in their favor.

As a member of the fair sex, living now in a time of great personal freedom it is easy to take for granted that women are no longer chattel whose purpose it is to produce heirs to secure property rights. We possess hard fought and hard won rights. Rights, that for no other reason than someone made a choice to no longer be a slave to man-made laws masquerading as Divine Decree, we should never relinquish and never forget the responsibility to women who still suffer while we enjoy the privilege of those rights. You see, our stories, all of our stories, are connected. Only the names have been changed.


Here’s my most recent installment in the story of Millie Hollingsworth.

Old Man Moseley’s sister, Hazel, was a broad woman. She had what the old wives called baby making hips. Her skin was smooth and shiny, her hair pulled tight against her head, her expression knowing. She’d seen things, terrible things, yet the woman was unshakeable. The junk yard was once her father’s farm. He bought it from a preacher man who had to get out of town quick. Five-hundred dollars was a steal for the twenty acres, and her father didn’t mind stealing it from that snake in the grass who blew through Holy Redeemer’s building fund at the dog track. Jessup Moseley worked that land until the day he died, pouring sweat into it for over a decade to make a living for his family. Now it was a junk yard. Hazel kept a small garden in a back pasture, but her brother made more money on scrap metal than many farmers made in a year, and he wouldn’t entertain the idea of growing crops subsidized by the government. It might be a hard life, but he lived it on his own terms.


Millie’s voice was timid as she approached the woman shelling peas into her apron. “Jake told me.”

“Told you what?” Hazel didn’t look up from her lap.

“Jake told me you know how to help me.”

“I do.”


“It ain’t no magic to it, if that’s what you askin’. Jake needs yo help and you need mine. Simple, we work it out together.”


“Did you tell anybody you was comin’ here?”

“No ma’am. I don’t have anyone to tell. No one will speak to me since the choir director’s wife said I was ungrateful trash and threw me out of her house. She said people are talking about her, about how she was foolish to think if she gave me a proper home I would turn out to be worth anything. She says I’m a liar. I don’t have anywhere else to go. Jake’s the only friend I have. He’s the only one who believes I’m telling the truth about the choir director.”

“I can’t take you in. We done took in them boys, give ‘em a purpose. Mason done wasted his, but that Jake, he still got a chance. You be mindful of that, you hear? He deserve that chance, you understand what I’m tellin’ you?”

“Yes Ma’am. I’m not trash. My mama stole eggs to feed us because my daddy was a drunk, but I’m not trash.”

“Girl, I know all about them twisted roots of yo family tree. People talk, you know, people always gonna talk. Look into yo heart. See what you can see. It ain’t no light in there ‘less we be helpin’ somebody else. Say you gonna help Jake and I see what I can do.”

Millie shook her head, “I will. I will help Jake.”

Hazel, now standing, poured the peas into a washtub on the table.  Hazel looked at Millie’s feet and then down at her own, at the boots her husband had worn in the Army. She felt a knot in her stomach.

“I was married, but we didn’t have no marriage license. My man, Franklin, he died in the war and the Army ain’t never give me nothin’ ‘cept these here shoes on my feet. They ain’t give me not one dime to help me feed my babies. That Franklin, he left me pregnant. And me with four babies already. How’s I sposed to feed five babies? Yes sir, I know how to help you, girl.”

Millie didn’t know who to trust. She had to trust herself. She had to trust that she was doing the right thing.

Hazel shook her head. “Come ‘round to the back porch.”



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23 thoughts on “Character Building & Plot Thickening

  1. artsifrtsy says:

    I love the dialogue – it feels so real. I have heard those voices speaking with that tone. I always love reading the next installment.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Hey, you’re back! Hope you had a restful vaycay. I’m sure you did some photogging (is that a word). Can’t wait to see what you captured.
      The dialogue is at its most real when it comes straight from our own experiences. The next installment…I’m hoping will be a completed and published book. Remains to be seen.

      1. artsifrtsy says:

        Yeah – I’m back – I needed a break after my vacay 🙂 I have been so busy with work that I have just fallen out of the habit, but I have a few posts ruminating in the back of my head. You do dialogue so well, and in a dialect it can sound so inauthentic. Good luck with the book – I’m in line to buy it!

      2. artsifrtsy says:

        BTW I like the look of this term “photogging”. If it’s not a word, it should be 🙂

  2. Okay, I need to bring my comment here. Thank you for visiting this morning. Your story, especially the dialog has replayed in my mind recently. This scene capturing the scenes and vernacular of a certain culture, prompts me to ask…What have you read to bring these details altogether, to paint such a rich picture, to capture such authentic dialog? I think I know the answer…you have a keen ear, your photographic eye captures much and you have mingled among many. Very nice few pages here.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      …continued from your reply – what have I read? Not so much read as heard. Hand-me-down stories from friends and family, mingled (I love that you used that word because that is exactly what stories do) mingled with my own life story. I imagine alternative endings, some I hope to live out in my own life.
      Southern speak is difficult for people to get right unless they’ve heard it in its natural environment. The ridiculous Scarlet O’Hara impersonations make me laugh out loud. No one I have ever known rolls theyah ahrahs (R’s) like in the movies. There is a distinct difference in dialect not only between geographical regions of the southern U.S., but also socioeconomic divisions (class). One isn’t better than the other, just more straight forward to write.
      Rick Bragg, author of “It’s All Over But The Shoutin'” or anything by Mark Twain sets the tone for writing in authentic vernacular of southern culture. Your comment is much appreciated.

  3. Your writing is amazing. You have the perfect ear for dialogue, it’s incredible.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Must be all those voices – shut up, no you shut up, no you – in my head. 🙂
      I wish I could write comedy like you. Thank you very much for the compliment.

  4. Helen Ross says:

    Hi Honie. I enjoyed your post. Your introduction leads nicely into your recent installment of Millie. Millie is more than a character in a story. You have really brought her to life, as you have done with the other characters, the setting, dialogue, etc. Well done! I have been enjoying reading each installment. And I love ‘Downton Abbey’ also.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      It’s nice to hear that Millie reaches out from the story. For such a simple character, her experiences are not easy to write. She needs a ray of happiness in her life. I don’t know how I’ll manage it, but that’s the feedback I received, so, I’m trying to work that out.

      Oh, Downton Abbey. A friend of mine recommended it sometime during the second season. I had to go back and watch season one. I was hooked. Of course, plenty of people are. I hope Julian Fellows will give it all he’s got ’til the end. It’s such a shame when writers get bored and it begins to show toward the end of a series. People who have followed the characters and watched them develop get disappointed when it becomes obvious the writer has given up and starts to phone it in.

  5. Honie, I love your style of writing. The descriptions are such that the scene jumps off the page. There’s a gentle quality to your prose – even though the lives and times in the story are tough. I haven’t read all of your Millie story, but if this is going to be a published book, I will definitely be in line for it.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Maddie, I really appreciate that. It is going to be a published book. It’s only a matter of time.

  6. Lil Fafa says:

    When is the book hitting the presses?

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Soon, Lil Fafa. Soon.

  7. Oh, Millie.
    Twisted roots can also anchor in strength.
    She’s got a great story and you’re telling it so well.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      Twisted roots are often the only thing that give us strength. Thanks for the kind words.

      1. The tangles and knots make it easier to grab on to hang on. You’re a talented writer, no doubt

  8. Allan G. Smorra says:

    Good stuff, Stephanie. I look forward to reading more of this story.

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      I look forward to getting it completed. Thanks, Allan.

  9. I like to think I’d have been the Schindler of my day when it comes to helping women escape persecution and secure them their own much-deserved rights. Feel free to write me into any of your stories there, Ms. Briggs. 😉

    1. Honie Briggs says:

      You got it, Mr. Petruska. By the way, I like the new layout over there at Mark My Words.

      1. Oh, good! Glad to hear it. It’s the first time I’ve paid for a theme, but it suits me well. I appreciate the feedback.

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