True Character

True Character

The stories come swiftly
They dance in my head
They play like a movie
I see them
I know the characters
I make them
They are mine
I am their creator
I know their hearts
I love them
I write them
They come alive for me
But then..
At the most dire moment
They leave me
They desert me
They take the story into their own hands
They do not tell me what happens
That is why my stories never finish
That is why writers block plagues me
Because they leave
If my characters leave my control
What more can I write?
I scarce make the man before he leaves me
I bring him into existence
I give him life and a mind
And what do I get for it?
Desertion
I am left with nothing
Nothing but the memory of him
Nothing but an unfinished tale
Perhaps though...
Perhaps, they only wished to escape
I made them, should I wish to always keep them captive?
Maybe they only desired freedom
I hope they are happy, wherever they have gone too
Maybe there is a land where they all live among one another
All of my characters, friends
Maybe there is a world made up of my characters alone
I should like to visit this world someday
To see those I once vividly described as flesh and bone
To see what those who I only vaguely mentioned became
Perchance some servant boy became a King after leaving my story
Or maybe a King went on to be made the servant?
Maybe the lonely character from one story found his perfect lover from another
Perhaps they have beautiful children?
Am I letting this get away from me?
Probably.
But then again, so did they!
May the world become theirs
May they only return to my story when they wish
May they come to my heart and tell me of their great adventures,
So that I may record them, and cherish them
Yes...
I am almost convinced of it now.
No writer writes the stories of his characters.
No...A writer has barely made the character before he breaks loose
He breaks out of the authors inky bars and lives out his great life
Then, as quick as he can, he returns
He comes back to his maker
And he tells him his story
He tells him all about what happened when he was away
Maybe he apologizes for leaving?
But of course, who could blame him.
And then, as he tells his amazing story to his creator
His creator begins to copy it all down
He writes his characters biography
In the end, he has made a story.

Nathaniel Ryan Dylan Mounce
May 06, 2007
~Dedicated to writers block: You've never helped me write so much!~