Whenever I’m feeling low on inspiration, I go to a public place and observe. Nowhere too busy; that can get overstimulating.
I settle down. I am a creeper. I listen to snippets of conversation, jot down what people are wearing, their distinguishing features. The way their voice sounds, what they remind me of, similes and metaphors I can wring out of the world around me.
Within each person is a multitude. Endless worlds within worlds. Universes of potential living between their synapses, down to the smallest choice, which Is the result of a myriad of other choices and their lives blossom out like fractals.
Listen. Watch. Remember that people are as varied, complex, terrified, insecure, ecstatic, exhausted, furious, and disinterested as you are. The characters will follow.