When I read a good novel, I find myself consumed. It’s almost like a part of my brain is invaded by the characters and situations they experience. My thoughts, words and actions are tangled in an invisible web with the characters’ thoughts, words and actions. I subconciously place people I know into different characters in the novel. And when I meet people in real life, I have pre-conceived judgements because I confuse them with the characters I have placed them as. I constantly think about the characters. They invade my thoughts for days, even after I’m finished the book. How can words be so haunting? I imagine myself in the story or the story in myself. I catch myself saying something the main character would say or thinking something they would think. The rawness of the characters take over. I wonder, does the author intend for this to happen? Does this happen to anyone else? Is my brain only programmed to be this way? I can’t answer these questions. But thinking about it frightens me a little, excites me a lot. One day, I hope the characters I write will haunt others. Consume them.
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