So. I live in my head. Because there are intersting people who also live there. Some of them have been around for…a loooong time. Some are new acquaintances. They all have stories to tell about their lives but before I corner them and draw those stories out, the Universe describes what goes on pretty well.
Don’t you just love ’em, Silver?
Everyone. Absolutely everyone.
They’re all scurrying around so. All planning and scheming and dreaming. Defending, proving, and justifying. Laughing, crying, and feeling. All behaving, more or less, as you expect them to…
Ah yea-a-ah, they do that a lot…
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Of course they have total freedom, Silver, with their own thoughts, expectations, and decisions. But many of these play off yours, like a baseball off a bat… Like, you know, “build it and they will come.”
In my case though, it’s “WRITE it and they will come.” Hopefully. I’ve mentioned before that I’m driven to write. Sometimes that drive is stronger and the words flow and characters become alive–for me and I hope my readers as well. Sometimes, the drive ebbs and the words stay in my head rather than getting translated to my fingertips where they rest on my keyboard. I’d write even if no one else ever read another of my books. I wouldn’t be very happy because…yeah. I have a bit of an ego. I WANT people to buy and read my stories. I want them to care about the characters, to “live” the stories right beside those make-believe folks spilling from my imagination. So hopefully, I’ll write it, and y’all will come. Because yeah. I do just love ’em. 🙂