I began to talk about my WIP (OMG, you guys, I think I gave my WIP a working title today, by the way!), and I began to think about, and talk about my main character.
I was thinking about her, and about how in just a few short weeks, she has become such a real figure in my head, and in my heart. This is probably because she is made up of real pieces of people that I do love, remember, and/or connect with.
This character is a heart breaker. She is all of these-- complicated things... but she's also just searching for the same things we're all after: Love, Self-affirmation, Truth.
While writing a scene last week, I found myself with tears in my eyes. And no, the tears had nothing to do with my EPIC WRITERY-NESS, but had everything to do with what this person was experiencing, feeling, and saying... words we'd all say, if we had been "written" with more courage.
I guess, I'm just feeling something that lots of writers feel, when they describe discovering their characters, and in many ways, just being a vehicle for that character's story to be told.
Fast forward to a few minutes later, when I'm putzing around youtube, and watching the latest upload from John Green (the incredible author behind one of my two favorite books of all time, The Fault in Our Stars.) and he's visiting Amsterdam. On this trip, he's stopping by many of the places he wrote about in the book, and the places where his characters made many of their memories together.
In closing, he said the following:
...all I could think about now, as night fell, was how much you can love made up people... and how much you can miss them.
I know my character is made up, but I also know that the truth of that statement doesn't make the lessons she's teaching me any less important, or the impression she'll leave on my heart any less lasting.