The other day I was thinking about what happens to my characters when I'm not working on a manuscript. Since I've been writing two things at once, I let one project sit for a few days while I finished up the other. But I kept reminding myself where I'd left my two main characters, so that it was constantly fresh in mind.
I'd left them sitting on a bed. I kept picturing them in this state of suspended animation. Like toys set up for a permanent scene. A museum piece, frozen in time. And then I come marching back in and expect to them to just pick up where they left off.
It's a fascinating thing, this fiction stuff.
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