Lately, it’s been both harder and easier to write. To be creative. Even while going to school.
Part of that, I credit to my roleplaying. That’s writing, and it’s using your imagination to place yourself in the character’s mind and know what he or she would do when prompted by a certain stimulus. Other parts, I credit to just new things, such as the D&D game a friend and I are putting together.
And at other times, I wonder that people don’t write more. That they (and I, if I’m being honest) have more interest in surfing the internet (although reading fanfiction, too, can improve writing skills). Admittedly, it is difficult to create characters and then a world to put them in, or vice versa, but at the same time I have found that often, the character brings their own world with them. My Hannah, from a small planet similar to the Old West out of necessity, with perhaps a touch of tribal Africa. My Sprecht, from an ice-torn world with similarities to cultures found in the high mountains or the Middle East, but each with their own religions. Hannah’s might be an offshoot, but Sprecht’s was birthed from the planet itself. And yet I am not sure. They may take on lives of their own.
The habits, lives, and personalities of various characters (my London, my Rishin, my Cartleblot & Sons) are things that speak to me.
No illusions that they live, for they are products of my own head no matter how much I would ‘speak’ to them and ask them, their construct inside my mind wearing imagined faces and clothes that suit, what they would do or say. But hopefully they will find life in the hearts of others, should I ever publish.
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