“Seph, I’ve got something to tell you.”
“Montague doesn’t exist.”
I accept this. Like many writers, my characters are very real to me. They are like real people to me. They have personalities, likes and dislikes, they say certain things, etcetera etcetera.
But Stephen picked up on this a while ago: Our characters do not invent themselves.
We are the ones inventing them.
Or are we?
I’ve come to realize that different characters in my Grand Novel actually are real. Not real in the sense that they have personalities and etcetera of their own, I’m just writing about them. But I mean really, truly REAL. Like tangible. Weirded out? Well, let me explain further. I realized that Montague, for instance, is somebody I know in real life, turned into a character. So is Alistair, Verdette…Well, I haven’t figured Harriet out yet, but I have a theory of who she is.
They’re real, but they’re not. It’s like looking into a mirror…the person you see isn’t really real, but in a way they are.
But now…I ramble. 🙂