Sometimes I think I’m going insane. I mean the characters in my head just will not leave me alone. When I have a decision to make or even while watching a TV show, I find myself wondering, what would Priscilla do or what would Sonya watch?
When I’m writing Priscilla the Great, I become my twelve-year-old protagonist. I listen to her music, I read her magazines, I even start watching Nickelodeon. When I write for Sonya, the ballet dancing protagonist of one of my other books, I watch ballets, listen to classical music and even start teaching my children how to pirouette and arabesque. I really need to create a character who plays piano so I can start practicing again.
Anyway, sometimes I try to deny this habit and act normal on the outside, but inside I feel like I have split personalities (hey, my name is Sybil after all).
Well, you know what? I’m not going to ignore the voices anymore. So what if thinking like a twelve-year-old girl half the day has resulted in my new and unhealthy obsession with Justin Bieber? (see above)So what if my students sometimes find me absentmindedly practicing ballet moves in the middle of the stairwell? The fact that these characters are so alive in my head is what makes them come alive on the page. I think it adds a certain flavor to my writing.
Or maybe I’m just crazy…