I think that I write because I need something to believe in. Not that I believe in my characters…but, I kind of have to in order for them to take on some sort of sustenance in my mind, but you know what I mean, don’t you? Every day when I go home, I find myself thinking in a different perspective, sometimes I think like Haven as I try to get to know my characters better than I know them now. Although, I do have to say I am coming along quite well in my creation of Lucius. Before, I just kind of kept him in the background because I didn’t know what I was going to do with him just yet, and now, I know. Well, back on track. I think like a writer all the time. Even when I am going through some of the most important times in my life, I am not thinking about what will happen afterwards, I am thinking, “How can I put this to use in one of my novels. It’s pretty pathetic, actually. In a movie I watched on time, the lady told the girl that if she wanted to be a singer she could be. And then she said, “Someone told someone else that if all they could think about was writing, then they were meant to be a writer. If you woke up every morning and your first thought was about writing, then that is what you should pursue.” I follow that exact string of advice, as if it were made of popcorn and I was a mouse, eating that string of popcorn from around the curves of a Christmas tree. When I find a particularly interesting person, they go down on paper, because I feel that I should immortalize their behavior in ink on paper. It’s an odd urge that I get every once in a while. I don’t know why. I just do.
Alternate Reality29 09 2007