Most notice the element of me in one of the main heroines in the stories I write. But nobody knows the right reason why. The only thing I, as the author, have in common with these interesting characters is the eye colour. That is something I cannot resist. I have to give them a hint of hazel eyes. The truth behind my obsession of putting myself in the characters, is I desperately desire to be like them. Drawing up damaged girls who have exceptional beauty, inspiring talent or remarkable personalities and then imagining myself in their beautiful shoes as they run about 1920's New York with a gentlemen finding them alluring and mysterious. Or a striking ballet dancer with such poise yet so much insecurity and that one boy who sees her perform alone and in secret one night.
I often write about romance.
I need some in my life, I think.
I long to drown in my scribbles and transform into one of my heroines. With a disastorous life that no one knows about, I am a heroine in secret. Somebody's yet to write me to life.
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