Writers are aware of the strange feeling of being taken over by a character when writing in the first person point of view. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t; but when it does, one loses oneself at the keyboard and writes as if from a different voice living within the mind.
It’s difficult to explain the concept to those who have not attempted this, and whose first person writings must come from truthful experience, or contrived lies, but I believe this effect is in truth itself a part of reality.
I’m working in my frameshop right now, and while hammering nails into frame corners I suddenly realized that my hands look different as they work. There is glitter on my fingernails from last night’s attempts at playing dress-up, and it looks odd in this environment. I was in fact a different person last night than I am this morning. It’s a natural state of affairs that just serves to point out the variety in who we are. At this moment I am Susie Writer, and flashing lights of glittered fingernails on the keyboard are just experience added into this persona.
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