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My Babies
I had a conversation with myself last night. It actually got pretty heated, even though it was 10:30 p.m.
It all started with one question; what makes characters so special?
I imagine that some authors create a character—(maybe even the protagonist) a living, breathing, fictional man or woman—finish their novel and say, “Oh well. That’s the end of that. It’s not like they’re real.”
But are they?
I believe so. For every character that is given life, a soul and a mind from which to speak, there is a nonfictionalized real life person that is a version of him/her somewhere else in the world.
I get dangerously attached to my drawn and written characters. I take care of them.
I think about them all the time and ask myself “How would they react to that?”
I can pick no favorites.
I shield them from my harsh fictionalized world, unless a part of their personality is to overcome the scum.
I carry pictures of them on my phone and stare at them when I get bored.
I post pics of them on Facebook, which the same four people take turns liking—love you, friends!
I even dream about them some nights.
They are my babies and I love them dearly.
I’m also fiercely defensive with them. If someone has a problem with one of my babies—with their facial expression or how they dress or whatever—they must face the mama bear’s wrath. Mine.
With the antagonists, I have no connection whatsoever. I do that on purpose. If I sympathize with them, I’ll just keep killing them off to bring them back to life, you know? Like Loki.
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