Today I had that magic moment where I go from liking my characters to being head over heels in love with them.
I’m always intrigued by them, or I wouldn’t write them. I usually quite like them. But loving them – that’s when I need to write them. That’s when writing the story becomes less of an exercise or a chore to become an urge. I need to be in their world.
Yes, I even love the villains. Who doesn’t love a villain?
This is the moment where I understand them, what drives them, why they do what they do. This is the moment where I can see clearly what they look like, how they move. This is the moment where I think about them all day, what happens next for them, how will they react? I dream about them as I used to dream about imaginary lovers.
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