Why I Love Imaginary People

I’ve just fallen in love. Again.

I may love coffee (a lot), and chocolate (almost more than coffee), and editing and reading and all the other random things I’ve done today (run, eat pumpkin pancakes, take a nap). But lately all these things have taken second place compared to my novel. I guess that’s typical for this time of year. It’s a good thing my grades don’t reflect that (they’re not awful, necessarily, but it depends on how high your standards are).

When I sit down to write, it’s not hard to remember back to only a few years ago, when this is all I wanted to do with my life. Sometimes I sit back and wonder if that’s what I still want – to sit at a desk typing away on my laptop all day. It would be like a constant vacation, waking up and getting to write to my heart’s content, then going to bed and dreaming about more stories I wanted to write. A dream life, come to life. Right?

Here’s the problem: I don’t want to live in a fantasy world. As much as I love creating my own places and characters and telling tales about their lives, I don’t want to spend all my time with them. It’s like your relationship with your best friend: you love her, but you don’t want to spend all day in a room with her for fear of ripping her head off. I love Ashley and Callie, but when I’ve hit my word quota for the day, it’s time to let them go do their own thing for awhile, while I go and do mine.

Sometimes when they go off into their own worlds, things happen to them while I’m gone. So all of a sudden I come back to visit them and what, Callie has a love interest that’s NOT Ben? Where did that come from? But wait…I like it. So I’m going to go with it, even though I have no idea why it’s happening.

But that’s the best part – surprises. Not only that, but you can’t enjoy the lives of your characters if you don’t enjoy your own. We can’t write about real-life experiences if we don’t have our own experiences to draw ideas from. Most of this book’s plot is based off of things that have happened to me (except the whole sort-of-almost-an-affair thing; not me or anyone I know, thank you very much).

I’m mad at Callie for not punching Austin in the face when he walked into her office just now, but I feel like there will be a point later when she’ll get another chance. Not that she will (punch him, I mean), because she’s too nice for that. Maybe she’ll just call him a name and stomp on his toes. But before she went and did this awful thing without asking my permission first, I didn’t really feel anything towards her other than a little bit of annoyance. She’s been whining to Ben a lot about things. That’s why they’re fighting, and I suppose how this whole Austin thing started.

See what happens when you’re 21 and single on a Saturday night? You get sucked into other peoples’ relationship problems. Except, in this case, these people ARE FICTIONAL. So that doesn’t really help my cause, does it?

Introvert problems.

Love&hugs, Meg<3

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