This is just too, too weird - LitE writing vs. IRL

[MrPixel]

Last night I was working on the next chapter of the Barstow series, and wrote in a new FC walk-on to interact with the MMC. Not a character that would make any difference in the story, just a ships-passing-in-the-night sex romp. From the story:

"May I?"​

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A deep but feminine voice interrupts Steve's trance. He glances in its direction to discover a tall, solidly-built brunette motioning toward the barstool next to him. Probably in her mid- to late-30s, at any rate, not much younger than Steve. Beautiful smile and bright, sexy eyes. Welcoming eyes.​

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Fair enough?

This established, I'm working on a major house project today - replacing a garage door - and had to make a run to the local lumber yard. I make my way to the service desk to order a couple of sticks of lumber... and there she is. The woman I described last night. Tall brunette, great figure, cute bordering on model-beautiful, and a freely-given friendly smile. She pleasantly chatted me up when I was checking-out, and we exchanged glances, again, as I was departing.

This doesn't just happen IRL. But it did.

 

[StillStunned]

No, it doesn't happen in fiction. Real life doesn't play by logical rules.

That said, may I suggest you keep an eye out for the next character you write? You might discover that you're the one actually writing real life.

 

[TarnishedPenny]

For Heaven's sake man! Don't write the psychotic jealous husband with an AK-47 and three Dobermans!

 

[Candy_Kane54]

If you hear a voice-over saying, "... your next stop, the Twilight Zone," run, run like the wind ...

 

[intim8]

So you are actually summoning these characters into the corporeal world. And their actions?

Hol up. I have a story I want you to write for me. I'll pay good money.

 

[pink_silk_glove]

Like that movie Ruby Sparks.

 

[AwkwardlySet]

A deep but feminine voice interrupts Steve's trance. He glances in its direction to discover a tall, solidly-built brunette motioning toward the barstool next to him. Probably in her mid- to late-30s, at any rate, not much younger than Steve. Beautiful smile and bright, sexy eyes. Welcoming eyes.

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and there she is. The woman I described last night. Tall brunette, great figure, cute bordering on model-beautiful, and a freely-given friendly smile. She pleasantly chatted me up when I was checking-out, and we exchanged glances, again, as I was departing.

You exchanged glances? That's it?! I bet Steve is so disappointed in you right now.

 

[MrPixel]

Funny thing is I think the IRL lady is the lumberyard owner's daughter; there is some resemblance, and I've known him for... gosh... nearly 20 years. Since she was at the counter before I came in it seemed like she was waiting for the clerk and I offered for her to be next, and she offered back "Go ahead, I was just chatting with [clerk]". My guess it was probably about company business.

So... non-zero chance of running into her again. I had already written the character into liking it rough, so... [he strokes his chin]. Maybe next time I'll remember to dress better than a sweaty T-shirt and shorts. Unless she likes overweight silver foxes who are demonstrably good with their hands.