Every character must have a dramatic need. The need is the drive that makes the character undertake a journey. Without this need, there is no story, there is no life. There is always a need that drives us. In fiction, as in real life, there is always a need, a burning desire that drives and defines our journey. A story is as interesting as the need. There are approximately 6.7 Billion people on this planet. Meaning that there are around 6.7 Billion stories. How many of these are of any interest to us? May be all, as every story is unique. But then like any other things in life, there are some that are riveting; that grabs you by ears and makes you sit up and listen. That shakes you and leaves you speechless. Silent.

Why? What do they tell? What is it that moves us more?

In order for us to understand that, we must delve deep into human psyche. In there lies the seed for all great stories. And in there lies the secret of writing one. I have observed many human beings close enough. I have made opinions and passed judgments. I have hated them, and I have loved them. But if you look too close, you will notice that when all is said and done, what remains is this strange constant sense of unrest. Every human activity arises from this unrest. Our creativity arises from this unrest. Our desires arise from this core. Our wishes and needs, everything that we see around is the outcome of this unrest.

But expressing this unrest in a form is impossible. A brilliant story expresses this unrest in the character in a manner which becomes synonym to our own. The character then becomes our spokesman. The character gives voice and life to our own stories. And illustrates the fact that it is OK to have this unrest. It is OK to have a need. It is OK to be human. Art is non-judgmental. It only illustrates. What you make of that illustration is your personal opinion. Watching Joe Buck leave his job, and leaving for New York City to live a life of a “kept” man could shock someone. It could also seem foolish, hillarious, insane, frivolous.

In short, not a life well spent. But then, getting into the skin of Joe Buck, you will realize that THAT is his need; his desire and purpose of life. He does not laugh at himself, or is shocked at his apparently (a possible judgment) immoral, perverted goal. He is dead serious. He says, “What the hell have I got to sit around here for?” He leaves his job and begins to pursue his goal. What follows next could be seen as a commentary on someone’s life, but that will be taking a narrow view of it. A story such as this only expresses one of the 6.7 billion hopes and dreams. It only invites you to become a mate in the journey of one man who had some dream and how he deals with it.

That is life. And by writing stories such as this, we only attempt to play the God. Not a moral one. Not an immoral one. Just the one expressing our own innate realization of life.