When they are "almost" real, keep writing till they stand before you fully formed and whisk you off your feet. Off your world. Onto his. Where you live happily ever after.
Kate I have sent you a couple of notes direct to your email address, but I don't know if you are receiving them. Please let me know. I have a new email provider... sigh...
It's inevitable, I think, for a writer to "fall" for the characters he/she creates. Afterall, these are all your "children" ... you literally created them out of thin air, but with serious infusion of your OWN likes & dislikes, habits & concerns, and your own "worldview"... and it's a wonderful feeling to know you have such children who can be what YOU choose them to be! And that solves the problem of having real biological offspring who may grow up to not giving a hoot about you. And I say this out of earned experience.
What's really weird is to meet someone who very closely reminds you of your character, it's as if they have been turned to a physical being. It may be a flash of recognition, but it's there.
Mine took place on top of a mountain summit in the middle of Nevada. I came out of my tent and there, standing in the sunset light with alpenglow behind him, was Leandro, the main character of my novel, Paradise Ridge. This young cowboy gazed at me with just as much surprise as I. We were camped there to support the Pony Express Re-Ride and he and his mentor were Pony riders. We spent hours with them at our camp until the in-coming rider arrived, transferred the mail mochila onto his horse, and off they went into the darkness.
When they are "almost" real, keep writing till they stand before you fully formed and whisk you off your feet. Off your world. Onto his. Where you live happily ever after.
Awwww. Now THAT'S an idea for another story right there! A fantasy.
Kate I have sent you a couple of notes direct to your email address, but I don't know if you are receiving them. Please let me know. I have a new email provider... sigh...
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Rats. I'd left the 65 out of your email. See if you have it in your mailbox now.
Machines are very picky. The 65 is required. )))
It's inevitable, I think, for a writer to "fall" for the characters he/she creates. Afterall, these are all your "children" ... you literally created them out of thin air, but with serious infusion of your OWN likes & dislikes, habits & concerns, and your own "worldview"... and it's a wonderful feeling to know you have such children who can be what YOU choose them to be! And that solves the problem of having real biological offspring who may grow up to not giving a hoot about you. And I say this out of earned experience.
Thanks for the empathy here, AT. I guess I am not alone in this. ha ha ha
Nope, u r NOT !!!!!
I think these "foolish attachments" are the spice of life.
I like the way you think, James Ron.
.. but is this ‘tale or ‘admission ? Somewhere betwixed or between ?
Hah! Who knows?
Not only are you incredibly creative, you have an active and wonderful imagination. If it feels good, go with it.
Thank you, neighbor. I am glad you like some of these things!
Be strong, Sharron. You know in your heart it can’t work. Let him down gently and kindly, but let him go.
xoxo
Ah well....I suppose you are right.
Let him go, Sharron. (Echoing Mav on Top Gun.)
Awww, I could, Switter, but then I would just invent another one to replace him.
Then I probably can’t help you.
As they say in Italian "Non c'è rimedio" (There is no remedy)
A care - actor needs support. Donate to the imagination fund for relief. Sip a cup of coffee, talk about life.
Thank you, Blaisdell. How kind. ha ha ha
Daniel is not real; unless he does dishes!
A woman can dream...
What's really weird is to meet someone who very closely reminds you of your character, it's as if they have been turned to a physical being. It may be a flash of recognition, but it's there.
Oooh. Okay! And where exactly would that chance meeting take place...? ha ha ha
Mine took place on top of a mountain summit in the middle of Nevada. I came out of my tent and there, standing in the sunset light with alpenglow behind him, was Leandro, the main character of my novel, Paradise Ridge. This young cowboy gazed at me with just as much surprise as I. We were camped there to support the Pony Express Re-Ride and he and his mentor were Pony riders. We spent hours with them at our camp until the in-coming rider arrived, transferred the mail mochila onto his horse, and off they went into the darkness.
You will always have that Nevada Mountain!
He sounds like a character in my daydreams.
In one way or another, we all write the hero of our story.
So well put. I have felt this (though not about Daniel...) a good number of times.
Also, legitimate uses of "limned" garner full marks 🎖️
Loved this the first time, Sharron, and I love it still. Wonderful words. 😊