Three years ago in Writing for Stage and Screen, I wrote this character named Marc. He was the cheerleader for the main character who was a version of myself. Six months later I met Jeff - my Marc.
I've written about a jazz musician and met him three weeks later.
A month ago, I wrote a character by the name of Drew. A dashing young lawyer that sweeps Aislin off her feet by taking her dancing. This week I met my Drew in Reggy. He spent an hour discussing the dance clubs he's going to take me to in Durango.
I asked Nate if he'd ever experienced this sort of phenomenon. He said that writing is a form of prayer and meditation; thus, it is no surprise that these things come true.
I think I need to finish writing Antiphon with a spectacular romantic ending.
27 November 2005
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An idea is never given to you without you being given the power to make it reality. You must, nevertheless, suffer for it.
Richard Bach - tyrtyrtyr
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