Those people in my head

[Nirvanadragones]

I am reminded of lyrics from the Vienna Teng Song "Homecoming"

But things are good - I've got a lot of followers of my faith
I've got a whole congregation living in my head these days
And I'm preaching from the pulpit
To cries of "Amen brother"
Closing my eyes to feel the warmth come back

I often talk to myself. I find it easier to sometimes personify the different parts of me, as if I am speaking to someone else.

I also do that with the characters I am writing. I thought it might be a good idea to dedicate a thread to our characters - those who already exist, and those who don't, and those who are currently being conceived. And of course, let's also talk about (and to) those other people in our heads who are not characters in a story.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

I'll go first

Dear Old Woman

I don't know who you are yet, but I hear you, and I feel you. I will write you. I started, but I don't know enough about you yet, to continue. I tried, but you're hiding from me. Let me see you? Please?

 

[TxRad]

No matter where I go, there I am. And sometimes I feel like the guy in the Verizon commercial. The one with the whole herd of people following him. I never talk to any of them though, they all look a little weird and unsavory but that could just be my imagination.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

No matter where I go, there I am. And sometimes I feel like the guy in the Verizon commercial. The one with the whole herd of people following him. I never talk to any of them though, they all look a little weird and unsavory but that could just be my imagination.

I wonder what they have to say.

 

[starrkers]

Hey bloke. I hear you and what you have to say, although I can't quite see you yet. You're right, she did you wrong, but there's more to it than that, isn't there? Show me more. Please.

 

[keeblercrumb]

Rocket? No... just glad to see ya!

My wife noted this to me when explaining why she did not care for the more recent works of John Grisham and Stephen King....

"I don't know; it's is if they have begun to hate their characters..."

I wonder if that is what happens to successful authors.....



-KC

 

[TxRad]

I wonder what they have to say.

You've read my stuff and you have to ask that question.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

You've read my stuff and you have to ask that question.

*GROAN*

Hey bloke. I hear you and what you have to say, although I can't quite see you yet. You're right, she did you wrong, but there's more to it than that, isn't there? Show me more. Please.

Now I want to read this story . . .

My wife noted this to me when explaining why she did not care for the more recent works of John Grisham and Stephen King....

"I don't know; it's is if they have begun to hate their characters..."

I wonder if that is what happens to successful authors.....



-KC

That's a very good question! I've sometimes not liked who and what my characters were . . . but I've always liked them. Ok, that doesn't make sense. Or does it.

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

There's this steady, firm, no-nonsense but good-hearted old sergeant or bosun in there who advises me to slow down, speed up, focus, "steady now," etc. as indicated. Sometimes calls me out for bad performance (usually lack of focus or laziness). Frequently kicks me in the butt when discipline is needed ("This (jogging) is not optional!")

 

[rachlou]

That's a very good question! I've sometimes not liked who and what my characters were . . . but I've always liked them. Ok, that doesn't make sense. Or does it.

I think I know what you mean. I don't always like my characters, but I always find something redeeming about them. I have never written one who was truly dispicable.

My characters very often have elements of myself in them.

 

[English Lady]

Dear assorted voices in my head,

I promise I will write you all in time. Please bear with me, I only have so many hours in the day and I'm a pretty shit typist. Thanks for your patience,

EL x

 

[Recidiva]

Thank you for the wisdom and humor and advice. The feathered arms and leathered arms that wrap me in embrace.

To the archetypes I've teased out of the ether to come visit and share energies that are undiluted by time or experience.

 

[Trombonus]

The voices in MY head are constantly telling me to do bad things. It's rather annoying really. Then there are those damned Squirrel Monkeys...

 

[christabelll]

To Celeste- You know every thinks you're an alchoholic - and dont have any redeeming qualities other than being a weak female...But I heard you crying as if the world had died so I know there is more to you than that. Besides You realllllllllly need to get laid after 7 years of abstinence dont you? Careful of those pesky frenchmen though! Donovan - restoration architect you might be, but you would think a wee braw lad such as yourself would figure this thing out just a bit sooner than you do....Hey Catch her! She's going to faint again!

Dearest Elizabet - Its not all over darling. Be strong. Recovery from nearly mortal injuries takes time. Tyler fucked you over big time but thats no reason to keep wallowing. Yeah it sucks that you are alone now and cannot walk, but I can assure you there a couple of people coming that will change how you see the world from your wheelchair. Hang in there. It does get better. But first you have to get through it...Hey was that your toe twitching?

Dear Nicolai & Anastasia- as soon as you two decide to get out of bed - theres another battle to be fought and mankind to be saved again. I know Brighid is a stone bitch to you both but hey whats a little immortality worth to you? Nicky baby - that potty mouth has to go- surely you can think of another way to express your self? And you Stacy - are you ready for the fireworks of a lifetime? You havent met a critter yet that you couldnt fry - but what about Nicky? 500 Years of celibacy is enough to make any man crackers... Better stock up on lube!

And to all the rest who come and go - I have a life sometimes and right now thats what I am trying to get back. Be patient...those four am wake up calls are a pisser! I really am not at my best when I am wondering what the hell woke me up and then I hear the siren call of my keyboard.... Man- I need my sleep. So be patient... I hear you. I really do. I'm just not ready to see you yet.
Soon. I promise. I don't want to accidently delete you because I havent had any caffiene yet.

Hugs, Kisses and a slightly schizzy farewell....
Christabel

 

[tickledkitty]

Dear Matt,

I know, I know. You've been waiting a long time. Others have been waiting much longer though. Keep singing to me, and eventually the time will be right for your story to come out. I've been thinking about you and her and the accident. I can see you standing there grinning like a fool. I just don't have it all completely worked out yet. I'll get there. I promise.

Love,
TK

 

[Guest]

Please come and visit me tonight.

Maharat

 

[The_Fractal_King]

My wife noted this to me when explaining why she did not care for the more recent works of John Grisham and Stephen King....

"I don't know; it's is if they have begun to hate their characters..."

I wonder if that is what happens to successful authors.....



-KC

Supposedly that's why Doyle finally killed off Holmes.

 

[MagicaPractica]

Sometimes I get the feeling you're giving up on me and going to leave. Please don't. I promise I'll get to everyone in their turn. I just want to make sure I give each of you the time and attention you deserve. We'll get there.

 

[SlickTony]

Even though my characters naturally don't have a legal or corporeal existence, they're quite real to me.

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

TO: M.R.
RE: Public Behavior

You have been a part of my mind for many years. I can feel when you want to be free, when you want to express yourself, though I try to reign you in most of the time. I can feel your fangs in your mouth when you are hungry. Of late you have been rearing your head more and more often, in places I've never thought you would appear.

One of these days your desires and urges will get me into trouble. It is inevitable, and while I postpone it as much as I can, I know it will happen. I ask that your victim be well chosen, and amenable. When it does, I will will rely on your wit and evasion to get me out of the trouble as well.

I apologize for keeping you more restrained than you deserve. You are not evil, just less concerned with societal norms than most. You should have been given more liberty in my salad days, though to be honest, you did scare me.

In time you may even be my default personality.

Until then, please keep your public behavior more discreet.

Sincerely,

M.G.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

I am enjoying these posts so much!

 

[ABSTRUSE]

My characters take over my soul.

 

[Trombonus]

Dear Matt and Lindsey,

Well, you've been waiting patiently and now I'm finally working on getting you guys out of there. I know you've been stuck in that elevator for a few months now, but hopefully you'll be out in a few days, a week tops.

A very apologetic Trom.

 

[Zeb_Carter]

Chelle,

I have written about you often, given you voice and emotions. You in turn have given me joy in just being yourself. I try to write you as you are in RL as you are a beautiful and compassionate person who had enriched my life. I hope the voice and life I have given you with my fantasies pleases you, for I would be heartbroken if they did not.

D.

 

[Bodhidharma]

Thank you for the wisdom and humor and advice. The feathered arms and leathered arms that wrap me in embrace.

To the archetypes I've teased out of the ether to come visit and share energies that are undiluted by time or experience.

I dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen,
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguil'd!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wip'd my tears away,
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings and fled;
Then the morn blush'd rosy red;
I dried my tears, & arm'd my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again:
I was arm'd, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.


~William Blake