I’m insane. I’m a
writer. Writers are insane.
How could we not be?
We hold entire worlds within our minds.
Each tale, each idea, each tiny snippet requires a universe all of its
own. Whether we pursue the thought or
not, once it’s formed, it’s there.
Ask any writer you know if they can see their characters in
their minds as they write. Ask if they
know more about the story than they actually share.
So not only do we have the strife of the world in which we
live physically we have all the trials and tribulations of our characters’
worlds rolling around in our heads as well.
Is it any wonder we’re not quite what society deems
“normal?”
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