Chocolate ice cream, vodka, and sex.

I've never written a blog before, nor have I managed to keep a diary. I always thought blogs, or diary's, were for people who lived interesting, exciting, or depressing lives. I am not an interesting person, and my country is not occupied by Nazi's. I do not go to wild and exotic dinner parties, nor have I ever been on the cover of Vogue. But I've been skiing before, and I've ridden a miniature pony. That has to count for something, doesn't it?

Funnily enough, I am a writer. I ghostwrite novels, write articles, edit novels, write ebooks, and I've got a stack of unfinished, unpublished books written in old exercise books. I have published two novels; one fiction, one poetry. I think I enjoy creating people, and personalities, and lives. I like to create worlds where life is topsy-turvy. I like to create characters who have problems, and often don't ever sort them out. Many of my characters die in depressing or extreme ways. I originally killed a baby in Ophelia, but I had to change the storyline once I had my own child. The thought was suddenly heart-breaking. Maybe I'm going soft. I don't know why I like to write about death so much, since it's not nearly as exciting as life.

I think there are certain types of people who become writers. Most of them are plain, and not at all exciting, like me. But their minds are more exciting than any sky jump or mountain climb. They think about complex things. They are philosophers. But I guess the difference between us and everybody else is that what we think about only exists in our minds, or on paper. It never becomes a reality.

I started writing as a young child. I loved to write books to read to my younger sister. I would even add illustrations, a title page, and a blurb on the back. I still have all of the books I wrote. One day, I hope to turn them into published children's books. They certainly entertained everyone I read them to. I liked writing about adventures that I knew I would never have, and only existed in my mind. I've always wanted to go on adventures, yet I spend so much time inside my house, writing, that I just never get around to them. Then again, my life has changed dramatically since I was a child, as does everyone's lives. My life has changed dramatically since I was a teenager. I am studying business - something I never thought I would ever do - and I like it. I am engaged, and have a wonderful fiancé. And I am a mother. A mother. My daughter is at the age where she just starting to crawl, and watching her roll around on the ground, balancing on her hands and knees, is pure joy. It is better than chocolate ice cream, vodka, and even sex. Unless, the sex contains chocolate ice cream and vodka. Kidding! I have endured sleepless nights, and now have a patchwork of vomit stains splayed across my carpet, but none of that matters. (I'm joking, the carpet is disgusting!) But in the end, I am able to watch this little person that I created. My daughter grew in my womb. She's from me. I gave her life, and that fact is so much more rewarding that giving my characters life. Because she is really and doesn't just exist inside my head. Then again, as Dumbledore says, of course it is happening inside your head, by why on earth should that mean it's not real?

Embrace the characters inside your head, for in time, they will become your best friends. I know all of my characters like I know Black Foxes - inside and out. They are me and I are them.

Time to head back to my super-duper-amazing new manuscript. Ha! Sarcasm really is the best thing ever invented.

Claire


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