Creative Creeping |
March 1, 2013
My afternoon has been colored with a sense of foreboding...
I didn't notice it until I sat down to check my e-mail and in the quiet realized the slight physical adjustments, the emotional directing: since I woke, I've been mentally preparing to take characters into danger.
As in I am partially in a mentality that presents as if I were going there myself.
So I know which sequence will be written soon, tonight.
These are less common sequences, so I suppose it is a strange feeling. Something to do with being overly empathetic, acting training or lost to a blur of fiction and reality, to a world that only populates in the mind. Or maybe everyone does this. I wonder.
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