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Holes Inside #2
20111210 @ Saturday, December 10, 2011

He arrived promptly, as always, and I was still scrambling to finish the meager piece of cinnamon toast I’d made for breakfast.  I could see his truck idling outside from my vantage point on the couch, feet propped up in Rynn’s lap as he pulled my socks on while I ate.
And then I started crying. Over the socks. Yes. You read that correctly. I started crying because Rynn is the kind of person who would put on my socks while patiently waiting for him to finish his breakfast.
I love all my characters. A lot. But right now–I have a special soft spot in my heart for Rynn. He’s kind of my role model in a way. And a lot of that is because he’s so essentially human, but he still manages to put himself aside for me. I don’t know why this is hitting me so hard right now. But that passage is tearing my heart to pieces. Good thing about all of this: I now identify hugely with this side of Rynn, and therefore it is going to be a hell of a lot easier to slip into his character when I go to write his chapters.
My characters are people. They are real. I dare you to tell me otherwise.

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