I'm so thankful for my book. I've been working on her for awhile now, off and on, and she gives me only the greatest joy. Even when I'm not writing at the moment, the characters are living inside me, and sometimes I feel giddy when I think of them. I really, really like this book. She's the very embodiment of hope, a tingling feeling of excitement that makes life worth living. Seriously, I'm not kidding. Actually, Book, I must confess...I think that I've fallen a little in love with you:
"How can I explain how I feel?
I'm like a little kid running at her heel
She's giving me looks like she thinks I'm a snappy dresser
How can I tell what I should plan?
I've never kissed a girl or held her hand
She's waiting for me to move, I've got to impress her"
I hope I can impress you, Book.
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I've always wondered what it is like to have characters running around in your head. It's always fascinated me. Esp since I so completely can't write. I make up stories aplenty in my head, but writing them down...no. I won't inflict that on the world. :p
Wow! Good for you!
Thanks for sharing this secret with us. That's awesome. Like Mura says, I've always wondered, too.
*thumbs through index to see what page I'm mentioned on*
She's your baby and she makes you happy when you embrace the thought of her
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