One of the weirdest feelings is when you find yourself face to face with a character you created.
You're 17, you've decided you're going to write books and you realise you need characters to do it.
You start a character bank.
You end up with hundreds of planned out characters.
You've planned their look, personality and a bit of a story idea to match.
One day you'll use that character in a story.
You forget about it for a while, that character just sits there waiting for you to come back to him or her.
Then you're 25 and you meet one of those characters.
You're sitting at a gig watching him play his music and you're like WOW.
Is this guy seriously that character I'd planned long ago?
I'm certain he is!
You rush home and get out your character bank and scroll through, looking for the character this person has reminded you of.
There he is.
You read the visual - it's spot on.
You read the mannerisms - spot on.
Then you freak out because this character is a god damn musician and so is this boy you've met.
What the heckles!!!!????
That's not the only time it's happened to me.
When I was working on The White I realised I needed a female character that could get attacked by a shark.
I searched through the character bank and did a bit of a double take.
Here's an unnamed female character who looks EXACTLY like a girl I now work with.
She's now a huge part of The White (and upcoming sequel The Grey).
Then there's just the times where I'm walking down the street and I spin wildly to get another glimpse at a woman who has just walked by cause I'm sure she's Lorelai from my first (unpublished) full length novel.
It's one of the strangest feelings to be face to face with someone you thought was nothing more than a figment of your imagination.
I guess when you've got hundreds of character plans it's bound to happen one day... but it doesn't make it any less weird. I guess there was no point to this blog. Just me, rambling about something that was on my mind when I was driving home today...