You know what I love? This pseudo-insomnia caused by two weeks of watching the Australian Open (tennis) and being on Melbourne time. Because I'm actually writing like mad all of a sudden, three or four pages so far tonight.
You know what's weird? How easily I slip into "being" Casey -- and that happens (happened) with Coco too. And a few other protagonists, past and present. Am I a million characters contained within one body? Just telling their stories? Who knows?
How does it work for you?
Of course you know what my answer is - it depends. On the good days, like this afternoon, I do experience that bliss of losing my own identity in someone else's, especially someone else that I love - because I seem to be in love with all my characters at one point or another - even the bad guys. And if I'm not, I usually have a hard time writing them.
ReplyDeleteI love that image, Kiki, of being a vessel of sorts for characters and their stories. I also think it's more clear evidence that your claim to be shallow is a bunch of bullshit. (I have much more to add to that idea, too, but it's late and I'd just fuck it up.)
So yes, sometimes I do experience that - but it's also just wonderful to watch things happen as I write them - when the words appear on the page and I think, "Well, I'll be damned, I didn't see THAT coming." But there's no question that it belongs in the story. Thanks to Lori's assignment, I got a taste of that again for the first time in a long time. It was yummy. I'd like another helping in the near future, please!