Writing a blog in real time and writing a novel (what? in fake time?) is messing with my head. I feel like that guy in Stranger than Fiction when the psychiatrist tells him he has schizophrenia and he keeps telling her he doesn’t. Oh the voices! But of course I’m the narrator and sometimes I do kill one of the voices (and no character has hunted me down and begged me not to).
Anyway, in almost any situation I find I can create a dialogue inside my head for one of my characters–even if I know that character is never going to be in a similar situation. Once in a while I toy with the idea of creating dialogue for myself, but for some crazy reason, real people won’t cooperate. They insist on saying what they want instead of the clever lines I’ve imagined for them.