One of the things I find most amusing is how well folks think they know you,
Especially if they have seen something you have written,
I rarely if ever engage in conversations about people I don't know,
In fact I try not to say much about people I do know,
But that's another Blog for another day,
The reason being is because I KNOW I can't look at people,
Or listen to their music,
Or watch them on television or in a movie,
Or read their books and start acting like we are PEOPLE,
Because I don't know those people from a can of paint,
Lately, though I have run across people who just know they KNOW me,
Based on a character or characters in my work,
People have called me the Female Black,
Or Cinnamon Personified,
Or crept up whispering if Alexandra is my altar-ego,
They will argue me down as though we have been joined like siamese twins since birth,
Amazing and Amusing,
This weekend someone made a startling observation,
They indicated that I only came off as quiet,
Because they had read my work and I certainly wasn't quiet there,
So I must have been faking being quiet in some way, I guess because I hadn't had a conversation
With them...
I was taken aback, because one thing certainly had nothing to do with the other,
That is why many writers write,
They are very self-contained people,
Who instead of allowing the characters in their head to take over,
The place them nicely on paper and between the covers,
I have to say ocassionally, 'It is fiction!',
Cause my goodness if I were as many people as I have written about,
I wouldn't have time for my ownself (ownself is a down south word, me loves a lot)
I would never get to my reading, writing, or arithmetic, not to mention living...
As such I am flattered that my readers find the characters believable enough that they,
Can't accept that I could possibly create them,
But create them I do,
It's what I do...
And thank you very much...
I think...Grinning...
Blessings,
angelia
