So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.
This morning I decided to work on my novel. Moments before the draft opened up on my computer, I wondered whether my characters would be strangers to me. Indeed, for a while, they were strangers. But as I glanced upon the last page of my draft, I realized they were still there. The words that I had previously strung together began to unfold. All the idiosyncrasies, little habits, facial expressions, the whole lot began to spill back into my memory.
And I began to string more words together. When I completed a scene, I stared back, almost in disbelief that I had finished. But I smiled as if I didn’t just spent nearly a month away from the story.