Imaginary Friends

I really feel like I have gone completely insane, but maybe this happens to everyone in the world of writers. I have this imaginary world inside my head, where all my imaginary friends abound. They are the characters from stories I have written, ones I am working on, and ones begging me to write about them.

Whenever my muse (the driving force that makes my imagination flow and demands that I write) comes to visit this world and my friends in it seem to take over my brain. I tend to zone out during the day, I'm super spacey (well, more than usual) and all I can think about are the many stories I can create, the different scenario's and character's I can bring to life on paper or in a Word document.

I go through the day with this pressing at the back of my mind and sometimes it consumes me and I simply have to stop what I am doing and jot notes down, or dialogue that pops into my crazy brain. So, I always carry a notepad with me, and I even have one beside my bed, because sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with an idea and I have to write it down or else it bugs me and I can't get back to sleep.

So, am I crazy or just an eccentric author? Maybe both? Whatever the situation, I really don't mind. My imaginary world is a fun, intriguing place and my imaginary friends who reside there are full of surprises and happy that I am able to tell their stories. My favorite out of all of them has to be Mael. He is the most dynamic character I have ever written and he demands that I share more about him; which is becoming a fun project.

Well, there you have it; a glimpse into my crazy mind. I wish I could let you visit, but then I also enjoy having my own private paradise that I can escape to whenever life gets overwhelming and dreary. I think everyone should have their own mental oasis.