I just had an epiphany about The Liche of London, which is my Nanowrimo project this year. Typing that last sentence, I realize I haven't posted an entry detailing my current original fiction WIPs. I will probably have that up sometimes this weekend.
Anyways, I was sitting at the kitchen table eating those microwaveable White Castle burgers and I started thinking about this guy I like. For some reason Aiden (the male MC) popped into my head. I thought about the two of them for a second and it hit me.
Without realizing it, I've taken aspects of the guy I like and incorporated them into Aiden. That got me thinking about Helen (the female MC) and Bridget (the supporting charc.). I realized that both of them represent who I could have been, what I could have become if certain things in my life had happened differently.
That's when I started crying. Not sobbing, but I did shed a few tears. I don't think they're tears of joy, but that's part of what I'm feeling right now. I have had so many problems trying to relate to these characters and then they pop into my lap.