I got a weird look the other day from my dad when I claimed that I'd been talking to Ray (My main character's little brother) and he was telling me his story (but between you and me, he was being stubborn and wouldn't give me a straight answer.) Still don't know what's happening with him. He's stubborn, just like his mom. He probably wouldn't appreciate me saying that, though.
I feel sort of delusional when I'm walking through the store and I grab my sister's arm and point at a random guy a couple of aisles down and whisper, excitedly, "That's Adam," totally resisting the urge to pull out my camera and snap a picture. I actually did find a picture of Adam online the other day. I was researching college websites, and there he was, advertising some sort of program. (Yes, I copied his picture, and Emma just shook her head, like I was insane.) Yes, I did name my teddy bear Chris, after a character in my book who died. And yes, I do talk to him and brainstorm with him. Call me crazy, but I don't know what I'd do without my characters. I can't imagine how people stay sane without imaginary friends.
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
December 2016
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