In Clothed In Thunder, we learn a little more about Michael whom we met in Thundersnow. And, by we, I mean me. I learn more about Michael as I wrote about him. Michelangelo said "Every block of stone has a statue inside of it, and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it."
In my writing world, the stories are there, waiting to be unearthed. The characters inhabit the very air around me and are waiting to be plucked out of the ether.
How does this work? I have no clue. All I know is that I plucked Michael, and he sits beside me as I write and reveals to me his thoughts and desires. And I would like my readers to see him as I see him, to know him as I know him.
Maybe some will get him as I do. The ability to "discover" the "statue" hidden inside the "stone" depends on the skill of the one doing the "discovery." I'm unsure of my skillfulness. I see myself as all thumbs, tapping with my hammer at the wrong point, messing up, trying again.
So, I've tried to reveal him based on my limited skill. Hopefully, I've done enough for my readers to "get him" as I have.
The song I have chosen to represent Michael is my favorite song at this point in my life. This is not his favorite song, but it does describe some of the feelings he is trying to sort through.
And here's one he would probably like to sing to Jay: