I'm just beginning to write a new book now, and letting the characters take shape in my mind. It's a process of layering - outward actions are driven by inner motivatons and conflicts. What lies beneath the surface is what determines the real character.
So this was timely: Hauling manure past a large bush in the pasture, I saw what the outer leaves had hidden all summer - a baldfaced hornet nest.
What's hidden under the surface in not always nice - in people and shrubbery!