Gestating characters feels something like the mental equivalent of gestating a baby. In both cases, to create them you lose yourself. Or at least you reshape yourself to encompass them.
Ann BrasharesShe liked the life she had. She loved habits. She craved a day with nothing in it, a long, quiet stretch of hours in the studio.
Ann BrasharesHer body was a prison, her mind was a prison. Her memories were a prison. The people she loved. She couldn't get away from the hurt of them. She could leave Eric, walk out of her apartment, walk forever if she liked, but she couldn't escape what really hurt. Tonight even the sky felt like a prison.
Ann BrasharesShe had to have faith not just in trying but in failing. Was she strong enough to fail Was she strong enough not to
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