I often think about characters like they are real people and this is also a great deal of my motivation for writing. Why do people do what they do?
Today for instance, I was sitting in the Old Town of Dubrovnik in Croatia and a woman sat virtually on my lap, lit up a cigarette and proceeded to blow it in my face. Why, when there were so many other steps to sit on?
Why did the woman in burgundy walk down the exit section to board the boat from Lokrum rather than stand in the embarkation queue, when she must have known there were not many of us and we were definitely going to get on?
Why did a local photographer do an entire series in black and white of his very hairy man parts accompanied by a rose?
These are all interesting questions about being human. And writing is about trying to answer them.