Abigail Rose is such a lovely name. It would have been the name of my daughter if I had managed to have a daughter. Alas, I had a son. The best son in the world mind you. But I don’t think I could have afforded the therapy needed if I had named him Abigail Rose.
Writing is a very personal process. When we create characters and paint their lives with our words we use our vast library of experiences to do so. We use the people close to us. We use interactions with loved ones, interactions with those we despise and even our memories of fleeting encounters.
I have found when I write using my actual name, the people in my life get very curious who “they are in the book?” I also write children’s books and yet the same phenomena occurs. My siblings try to figure out which cat or dog they are in the story.
This can actually be very distracting in the creative process. I will find myself trying to re-write a character so that my great-aunt Ida doesn’t see a parallel and refuses to buy me a birthday present that year.
I enjoy reading other’s bloggers and their experiences. I often read writer’s blogs where they discuss the process in which they create. I have responded that writing my books is my “dirty little secret”. I keep it to myself. My conversations with my characters are done using my “inside voice” Not even my spouse knows about my “grown-up” books.
Writing is my therapy. I juggle many activities but always set aside a few hours each day to exercise my demons in text.
So in the future, if, by chance, you are reading any of my writings and you see a character that seems to resemble you…. hmmmm maybe it is you.