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The Stories We Tell Ourselves
Escaping reality and shaping reality are two sides of the same coin.
I was writing a story the other night, and asked an AI model for research assistance. The conversation devolved, as it usually does, into why the characters think and act in certain ways, and the answer is almost always, “Because that’s how I think and act; and I do that because of this past experience…”
We are all characters in our own stories.
I’ve been writing a lot lately, mostly just romantasy for myself. I daydream about maybe publishing a book someday, if I like a particular story, think it will resonate with others, and can actually finish it. (So far, I have about 15 novels/novellas started, about six epic series plotted out, and not one full story finished anywhere but in my head.)
A lot of the writing is for personal therapy, honestly: it helps me figure out who I am.
Most people only play one character in their lives, and that character grows and changes with every story arc they experience. But I’ve played so many characters, I tend to forget which ones are just fanfic and which ones are canon.
See, I grew up in so many different households, I literally can’t count them. I can’t even really recall them all when I…
