Words and ideas and characters are flowing - not flowing, but racing - through my head and I can't stop them. I don't want to. I want to be sad for all the ideas that I'll forget by tomorrow but I don't have time - I just have to get them down, don't stop, don't breathe, they'll be gone if you even blink.
Tracy, the girl who packed her bags and left Louisiana to live in Spain, never mind that she didn't speak a word of Spanish and barely had money to buy the plane ticket.
Carlyle, the kid in the thick glasses who loved math and rode a motorcycle, who got drafted into the military for World War III.
Jane, an aged Canadian sweetheart who writes her memoirs to her daughter in New York.
There they are. They look better in writing than in my head. More real, more solid. Those people are mine, I sculpted them. I will write out their personalities, I will give them their gifts of beauty or brains or adventure, and I will take away their loved ones and their stability. I will design their lives; I will send tragedies and moments of brilliant exuberance. They will live, that I can promise. They may not all live long, but they will live wonderfully and crazily and they will make a mess.
After all, they are me.
I envy your ideas right now,
I envy your ideas right now, since I have none. Glad to see you back. :)
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
LOVE this! I love how you
LOVE this! I love how you wrote this, and ended it with something so real in all author's stories - that what they've written is a little bit of who they are as a person, and a little bit of what they've learned in life. Thank you for writing this, it was in a way, refreshing. :)
"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson
BRIDGET! YOU POSTED
BRIDGET! YOU POSTED SOMETHING. HI.
This piece was lovely. I just loved it. The way it was written, the characters you described--they're all books I'd happily read, by the way. :) And I adored the way this ended. Basically, this piece is wonderful.
I liked this because it describes pretty much what us writers do/think.
And the last line was perfection: "After all, they are me."
Yes. Characters are a part of us. :D
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh
Wow, guys! I didn't expect
Wow, guys! I didn't expect such a response! Thank you so much, and Erin, glad to be back; hopefully I'll stick around. :) HomeschoolGirl, maybe you'll get the chance, I'm planning to write the Tracy one soon.
"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya
Love it. Sometimes I think
Love it. Sometimes I think stories are at their very best when their born, but then they grow and become a part of you and just get more and more beautiful the more you get to know them and the more they become something.