Growing up, I was always in my own little world. I would sit outside, stare into my back bushes and think I had invisible people who lived in there. On certain days, there was something “extra” in the air. A bit of magic? Or days when I felt the winds of change… knowing something exciting was on the horizon.
Now, there are going to be two reactions to this last paragraph. One, let’s get this girl into a mental hospital, stat! Or two, yeah, I know what you mean.
I’d like to think the latter are writers… not sure. I’ve always felt I’ve had an extra sense. (No, I do not see dead people. Yeah, cliché, but you were all thinking it!) A writer’s sense. Where you’re able to take in extra feeling or magic in certain situations and absorb it. Feel it when others can’t.
Am I making sense?
I think it takes a different kind of person to be able to take one of these situations and use words to create the mood and make it come to life. You have to be able to see it/sense it first in order reproduce it.
I bring this up because not everyone “gets” this. I think there are people who really do just live day to day without feeling that extra “something” that’s begging to be seen and written. They are just content to… be. (Which is fine! No slamming here!)
We writers aren’t.
We’re driven. In a different way than most.
So what I’m curious about is do you understand what I’m saying or should I go find my straightjacket? What were you like as a child? Were you always in your own little world, creating stories before you even knew what you were doing? Writing?
I’d love to know your thoughts.
Red. Head. Out. :D