Something exciting happened to me today, and I wonder if it has ever happened to anyone else before. I'm writing a YA Fiction 11 book series loosely based on various people and events in my life, mingled with a lot of artistic license and imaginary elements that propel my needed story line.
Today I was thinking about what real events I wanted to include from the life of one of my muses, and I thought, "I should ask him (my real friend) if he told his wife...before they started dating. It wasn't a, "I should ask his opinion about if he thinks his character would have told this hypothetical fictional wife, whom he's never actually met in real life, about...," but a real life, did he tell her, as if it really happened, and she was a real person, and the events in my story really happened the way my brain has written it. They are absolutely real now, in the way my mind has created them. It was nuts. Side note, more often than not when thinking about the real people, I think of them in terms of their fictional character name, not their real name, even though I've known them for most of my life. It's kind of like when you play Sims in an obsessive binge, and start visualizing a depletion level on a diamond floating above your head when you have to pee or you get too hungry or tired in real life. Not that that has even happened to me, but I could IMAGINE it happening hypothetically to a Sims addict who likes to build and decorate houses on cheat mode for hours on end, and never feeds or puts her Sims to bed. I guess all of this boils down to...I'm writing. A lot. And when I'm not writing, I'm thinking, and dreaming, and FEELING about my characters every second of every minute I'm alive. And I am absolutely in heaven about it.
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