I once wrote the first three chapters of a book on those tiny little notepads you get in hotels, while I was traveling on a business trip. The best dialogue comes to me when I'm doing something else. For thirty years my kids have thought I talk to myself. No, it's not me. It's them. My friends inside my head.
And I drift off into space and end up with story lines. I can't tell you how many times I've shifted my gaze to find husband watching me with a strange look in his eyes. What?! You have the oddest look on your face, Susan, what are you thinking. And my personal favorite is when my kids shout at me, "MOM YOU'RE NOT LISTENING." Sorry little bugs, the friends in my head are louder than you girls, if you can believe that!
I write because I have to. I can't make it go away. How do you explain that?