Am I my character? Are my characters merely expressed versions of repressed facets of my sparkling personality?
Oh. Wonderful. My multiple personalities get to be the stars of the show.
I go to sleep thinkimg of the same scenes. The same words are exchanged between the loved amd lovers. I sometimes even dream about these familiar strangers. These disembodied entities that warm the night.
I had this idea for a story. Beginning to end, it flew up like a tent and the charcters joined me beneath for a party that has yet to stop.
But what is it we’re celebrating out here? I’m never too sure. One minute it’s love. Then possibly enlightenment. Maybe survival? It changes daily. And I have to admit, I love not knowing what to expect when I show up, ready to play.