Not all those who wander are lost.
- J. R. R. Tolkien
Him: Okay. What age is Mister Wiggly?
Me: I dunno.
Him: Right. Does he have any addictions?
Him: Y' know. Cigars?
Me: Is that how you plan characters?
Him: I think it's a great way to start, it really lets you see the inner character. What's he afraid of?
Him: Does he do much falling?
Me: I think it needs to start with him falling. I've worked that much out.
Him: And then what happens?
Me: Well, that's the moment he realises that he's actually properly magic. And by 'magic', I mean 'a magician'.
Him: Why doesn't he save himself with his magic? Is it because he's just trying to light that final cigar?
Me: That's his New Year's resolution.
Him: And does he succeed?
Me: It'll be brief if he doesn't.
Him: How deep is his voice? (Gruff Mobster) "Hey, kids. I'm Mistah Wiggly da Magic Pig."
Me: Less Foamasi, more... Sir Maxwell House.
Him: Won't that make him sound evil?
Me: I was hoping for reassuring, warm, a bit received. Maybe slightly brown...
Him: A 'brown' voice?
Me: A warm, brown voice. Oh, who am I kidding? It's got to be Tom Baker.
The Him nods.
Him: I'm not giving you any more material, sorry.
Me: Right, I'll get on with this then.