One of the things that I struggle with sometimes is creating characters with depth. It’s really easy to fall into superficial stereotypes, descriptions and reactions. One of the things that I try and do is figure out what kind of intelligence the character has.
The summer before I started High School, I got enrolled in a mentorship course. I had zero interest in taking it but my mom told me that my best friend really wanted to but would only go if I went too. So, after arguing for a while, unsuccessfully, I agreed to go but only to hang out with him.
My best friend at the time was Pablo. His mother was one of those types that had his entire future planned up until University, which classes, sports, and extras he would take to set him up for success. She had a ten-year plan for him, made sure he knew it, and always pushed him to achieve perfection in everything.
Almost as soon as I arrived at the class and sat down with Pablo, we realized that our mothers had set us up. He hadn’t wanted to take the class either but his mom told him that I wanted to. She’d convinced my mom that the class would look good on our college applications and they tricked us into going. We spent the next six hours stewing.
The mentor ship class was some kind of new age thing based on pop psychology, it was really weird. At one point they had us all laying on the floor, eyes closed, imagining that we were walking down a corridor filled with doors. When you open the first door, what do you see?
While most of the class was fairly ridiculous to a couple of fourteen year-olds, the portion on different types of intelligences was interesting. According to the teachers there were seven different personality/intelligence types and they were arranged by colors. I think I was a green, if I remember correctly. Each type learned in different ways, had different strengths and weaknesses.
Neither Pablo or I signed up for further classes and we both refused to enroll in the follow up program in High School. When our mother’s came to pick us up, we had some harsh words for them.
As much as I didn’t like the class, the perspective I gained on intelligence/personality types has served me well over the years. It made me think about how I might be better at sports than another kid but that he was probably better than me at something. Or the kid who gets straight A’s on tests is probably not as good at something as a popular kid with bad grades. Each different type has strengths and weaknesses.
That perspective also helps when I’m trying to write full characters. Maybe I’m writing about a character with a weakness, I don’t want him to be flat so I balance that out by figuring out what he’s good at. If the guy can’t count to twenty without using all his fingers and toes maybe that’s balanced out when he can paint like Picasso. Or fix diesel engines like a pro. Or he’s a shark at the poker tables. Even if those things never make it into the story, it gives the character more depth in my own mind which helps put more depth on the page.