Every now and then, especially when I’m deep into the writing of a story, I dream about a town where all of my characters live. I even see those characters from past books as I walk down the streets. But what’s really weird is when I’m writing a new story, old characters pop into the narrative to say hi.
Last month, I turned in the copyeditted manuscript of Switchcraft and was reminded that Isa and Tamara make a surprise appearance in the story. It wasn’t deliberate on my part. I remember writing that scene and suddenly there they were, walking into the boutique and giving me an update on what’s happened in their lives since we last left them in In Between Men.
When Stephanie Laurens spoke at OCC RWA this Saturday, she mentioned that she can see her story unfold like a movie playing in her head. But somewhere in the recesses of my head, it feels as if there is a whole world. Occcasionally I find a window or a door into that world, and it’s comforting to know that it’s always there.
So I’m curious. How many of you have a world in your head, or see your stories or hear your music?
I’d like to think I’m not the only one!
Cheers,
Mary