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tinaaw

Published: Jan 2, 2013

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The New Character

He smiles at me
This mysterious man of mine
He is saddened
He is lost, I imagine him in my mind

My heart skips a beat
As I write, between the pages
Crafting his look,
His thoughts, what he says

And as I continue writing
I see him smile as he
Turns around and brick walls
Disappear between us

He understands me and I understand him
We create this piece together
As I whisper in the words
I love you -- new character of mine

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Why I write - the creation of a new character in a novel
Catching the moment I have started writing about him and why I write and what happens.

This level of passion is required to create an authentic character.

But watch out ---- what happens here if he is the devil in disguise - those characters people love to hate???? You get the opposite.

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