You think, "Age 15."
Add hair color, etc.
Add a name, too.
And now she's dressed a certain way.
Because it fits her personality, of course.
But what is her personality?
She like heights... Being with friends... Poetry... Can't stand the sight of blood... She's strong-willed and has leader potential, but... She doesn't lead. The women in her life are meaningful. The men in her life? Disappointing. She remains unbalanced (as many teens are), but there is hope for emotional growth and that ever eluding equilibrium.
That's what you know.
And you know she's a... What? Spitfire? Maybe, but she's not snarky.
And now she's talking.
And only you can hear her.
And at that same time, your fingers tingle.
Because you know you can share her words.
If you write them down.
She's all right there.
A female 'character' no more.
She's something else now...
All because of you.
You spun her and wove her and spelled her.
Look at you....