Know what I dislike most about watching a movie or a play or reading a book?
They take you through a linear set of plans that have already been laid out by someone else until a great resolution that hopefully leaves you satisfied. Then when they’re over, they dump you back into the real world. One where your life can go in so many different directions. Where your true love isn’t apparent from chapter 2 with conflicts that will resolve themselves in the end. Where after reaching some grand resolution, you’re still not finished and there’s always another one to come.
It’s hard to come back to the real world after a book or a movie or a play. After being so absorbed in the characters’ lives, I forget about my own for a while. And then when I come back, I feel like I’m wandering aimlessly with no direction. That my linear path that my story would take if I were in a show or a movie or a play is really a tree where each branch is equally likely.
*sigh* Sometimes I think it would be better to be a book character.