hard at work, or hardly working

Happy Friday!

This week has been dedicated, thorough research for my WIP (which, if you’re curious, can be found in my Google Drive or by inquiry)! When I began this project I really had no idea how much effort would need to be put into editing and research, but I don’t mind. I find it’s great to have a realistic, believable storyline, and anyway I’ve always loved the learning that comes with researching. It’s not just about the learning, either. Each of my characters is unique with their own set of skills, talents, and interests. This means that in order for them to be believable, my job as their creator is to get inside all of their heads, and essentially become the character. I think that’s what all writers do. I think in a sense, we do it to escape our own minds for a little bit, and comfort ourselves with the ability to be somebody else, in somebody else’s reality.

I know I’m not the only maladaptive daydreamer out there. It’s not like we’re a dying breed by any means. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been sitting in class, or staring out the window on a long trip, or watching my son play with his mountains of toys, and just not been present. You know the sense of escape that comes with daydreaming? You know the excitement and longing to lose yourself inside a fantasy universe? Yeah, it’s like that. It’s why I read. It’s why I write. My life gets boring sometimes, but my characters? Their lives are always exciting (especially because I control them)!

I tend to daydream a lot. I tend to ramble a lot too, about stuff nobody but me really cares about. Bless the hearts of my non-writer friends who put up with my constant yammering about whatever’s going on in my stories. I’ve gotten so used to my characters that I talk about them as if they’re real people I hang out with and talk to (and in a way, that’s exactly what they are). Sometimes I forgot not everybody knows about them, and I have to catch myself before introducing a fictional person as “the love of my life”. It’s a struggle. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I think there’s an element of sanity-saving to writing, as well. Without the ability to write, I’d get so lost in my thoughts and my fears and my ideas that I’d go crazy. As writers, we relate to each other in a lot of ways. The need for acceptance, understanding, relatability: we get all that through other people’s work.

Words are really a wonderful thing, aren’t they? They possess the power to change lives, create lives, end lives. I want to be known as somebody who changed lives. I want to be known for my introspection, my eloquence, my kindness toward other human people.

Published by featherquills

i am a misfit and a wanderer, captivated by the mysteries of the universe and the secrets of humanity.

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