In my life, I’ve found it to be very possible to be taken over by the fiction in my head. Sometimes too much. I do. I get lost… I drift into the scene I’m writing. I become the character… I feel the experience. My life becomes the fiction I want to live. It’s a conundrum. I fight it. I shouldn’t. I surrender to dream along that path, overtaken by the passion of two lovers touching without physically touching. Loving without being close and yet closer than any two lovers in the same bed… in the same room, that have never really seen each other. It’s on a whole other level. A deeper connection than any other experience in my life. This fiction… it’s real. One day it’s going to explode. My writing, my life and the world I want to live in… the life I want.
Thank you so much for reading and for listening.