The reality is, in order to be a good writer you have to be willing to accept some mental hiccups. You could come down with a small case of Dissociative identity disorder ,where you are suddenly split into different personalities that change as your mood changes. Maybe occasionally you feel a little under the weather with schizophrenia, To the point that you are speaking in tongues, and talking gibberish. Dementia can consume your brain until you're only focusing on the task at hand . . . playing with your imaginary friends, in their imaginary world, that you were responsible for creating. It can be a little overwhelming at times, but over time you get use to the voices that speak to you. They become your security blanket, as long as they are speaking to you, you know you haven't lost your creative touch and can continue creating stories for other people.
As you build your story from scratch, your characters develop a relationship with you. You have conversations with them, you interact with them to the point that even when you go to bed at night they are still talking to you. The voices in my head can be scary, if that is what they want to be, they can also be hyperactive and attacking me until I give them the attention they deserve. The voices in my head tell me to do things . . . so I do them, my fingers fly until the voice in my head is a distant memory completely typed out and ready to be edited.
Yes I have imaginary friends . . . But at least once I am done, and my story is finished, my imaginary friends will become your friends too. MAN YOU'RE SCREWED!
WHAT'S FOR DINNER: Golden Corral (Yesterday, since this should have been yesterday's post)
SONG OF THE DAY:
Unwell - Matchbox Twenty
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