It doesn't matter if I'm alone or with a classroom full of kids, I zone out and everything else disappears within a minute or two. (Which is why I try not to write while I'm teaching- even if the kids are busy ;) ).
But sometimes I wonder- how difficult or easy is it supposed to be?
Yesterday, I ended up writing a character into my YA who I love. The problem is, I've loved a version of this particular character since I was about six years old. So he's still only as interesting and nuanced as someone created/loved by a six-year-old; ie, not exactly (teen)fiction material.
Every day I escape into this strange dreamworld, peopled by all kinds of interesting characters. But where does "making fiction" stop and mental masturbation start?
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