Someone told me today that I’m not right in the head. I guess writers are all a little insane…
I remember how much fun I had with my sister when we were kids. It was just the two of us but we would pretend we are characters from our favourite shows. It felt so real and so freeing. Maybe that’s why kids are so much happier.
Fiction is an escape. We enjoy made-up stories because we find life unsatisfactory. Sometimes fiction even makes more sense than reality.
I love getting drawn in by a good story. It’s like living another life for a few hours. I’ve lived in a secret land called “Narnia”; I’ve participated in a brutal fight called “The Hunger Games”; I’ve gone to a school for wizards; I’ve fallen in love with a boy who has cancer and cried when he died.
What wonderful madness.
So yes, I guess I am not right in the head. But I guess that’s a good thing.