My writer’s group met last night. After a couple hours of intense conversation on all of our projects, my friend T. sat back and laughed, “Isn’t it funny how we talk about all these people [i.e. our characters] like they’re real?” I said, “T., they ARE real!” (Aren’t they???)
Case in point: T. also told us that about how two days after we met last time, her neighbor called her up to tell her about a problem her daughter was having at school. T. said to us, “I thought, ‘I know somebody else that happened to! Lilly somebody….and then I realized, oh, wait! That was Dori’s story!'” She was talking about my Truth About Truman. I, of course, wanted to hear all about the neighbor’s daughter’s story. Specifically, I wanted to hear how that story ENDED because the ending of Truth About Truman still isn’t quite right. (And that’s not just me being a perfectionist…two editors at Albert Whitman say the same thing. Heck, even my 12-year-old says that!) Unfortunately, the neighbor’s daughter’s story hasn’t been resolved yet. So she wasn’t any help to Zebby, Amr, Lilly, Hayley, Brianna and Trevor.
But when you live with all these voices in your head, it’s hard to imagine they’re NOT real. Especially when they’re just as loud as (if not louder than) your own voice.