I love how we can get so involved in our character's world that we can almost forget they aren't real. I am having that problem with two stories I am working on. One has some serious problems (and they became even more serious this morning. I had no clue they were this bad for him.) and the other has a quandary of the heart that makes me want to go up to him and say, 'no, pick her. the other chick ain't worth it.'
At least it keeps the writing interesting, but it makes it kind of awkward when you start talking about them like they really exist.
'You know, Bob is becoming a real SOB.'
'Who's Bob?'
'He lives up Keiser Hill, is the youth minister for the church, dark hair, built like a Buddha.'
'What the hell are you talking about?'
'Uh, never mind.'
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4 comments:
Ha! It's good to confuse those you know.
Historical Buddha or fat/laughing Buddha?
Sorry...my Buddhist geek popped out. I'll distract it with a lotus blossom and some cheese. There we go ; )
Anyhoo, I do the same thing. My blog today even touches on the topic. Ying is kind of used to it, but occasionally needs reminders. Once he learns their names, however, he joins in!
Cate, I am soooo good at it. I am also good at forgetting if I knew people from high school or college.
Nat, I was actually thinking historical Buddha, but most people only know the fat/laughing version.
Katey, the only adult conversations I get to have anymore are either online or with my wife. I don't need to piss her off. Again.
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