I’m so glad I wasn’t born in the 1700’s or the 1800’s! Not just because they didn’t have epidurals or dishwashers, but because I would surely be institutionalized for hallucinations.
When I was younger I didn’t realize I was writing (or at least engaged in the precursors to writing), I just thought I was having conversations with myself as I walked home from school. I can’t tell you how many times I rewrote conversations with boyfriends and my parents. Everything worked out so much better in my head.
I love meeting the people who hang out in my head. Some are kind. Some are angry. Some are sarcastic. Some are clever. But the thing they all have in common is—they are not me. I’m not as funny as my characters, or as smart. And there are a few characters who do things I would never in a million years do.
Most people say that every character we write is a small part of us, but I’m not so sure. Some of my characters share parts of me and some do not! Some are so far out of my comfort zone I’m amazed that I can even write them.
Give me your opinion. Is every character we write a small part of our personality?