Life imitates art

[Bramblethorn]

In a recent chapter of my serial story here, I introduced a couple of supporting characters. One was closely based on a RL acquaintance. The other was entirely fictional... at the time.

Tonight I went out for dinner with some of my partner's relatives. One of them was the spitting image of my fictional character. I had NEVER met this guy, didn't know anything about him before tonight, but he had the same rough age, first name, profession, interests, physical description, and personality. It was WEIRD.

Just as well I didn't make him a serial killer, I guess.

 

[NaokoSmith]

In a recent chapter of my serial story here, I introduced a couple of supporting characters. One was closely based on a RL acquaintance. The other was entirely fictional... at the time.

Tonight I went out for dinner with some of my partner's relatives. One of them was the spitting image of my fictional character. I had NEVER met this guy, didn't know anything about him before tonight, but he had the same rough age, first name, profession, interests, physical description, and personality. It was WEIRD.

Just as well I didn't make him a serial killer, I guess.

ROFL! It was when I made up an upper class gay masochist welsh-speaking werewolf with piercings that I thought, 'I must put up a disclaimer saying all my characters are imaginary'. I just knew someone would pop up otherwise claiming I had based my big bad wolf on him!

 

[TxRad]

A few years back, I wrote a book dealing with sprint car racing. Part of it dealt with a race at a certain track. This track has steel walls around parts of the turns to keep the rooster tails of dirt inside the track. I needed a reason for the race to run long, overtime, so I put in a wreck in the second heat race.

The wreck wasn't all that bad but I had one of the cars end up hanging from the wall by the wing. Quite dramatic and time consuming to get a cherry picker out there with a long enough reach to get it down.

The book had been out about a month when I happen to being flipping through the channels one night and there was a sprint car race from that very track. You got it, second heat race, there was a pileup in turn one and one of the cars ended up handing by the wing from the wall.

A few weeks after that I got a letter from a fan of my books saying it was impossible for a car to get that high. I had thought the same thing myself earlier but I couldn't resist using it. I was grinning as I wrote him back and directed him to the race I had seen on Speed.