Had that odd experience this evening in which a train of thought, quite a negative, bitter one, took me over for a good ten minutes or so. And once the rant - internal - was over, the thoughts dissolved, as if no longer belonging to me.
I wonder if this is what writers experience, in a larger, more controlled, more clearly creative manner when inhabiting a character? A kind of benign possession. Especially writers of a theatrical bent. Dickens springs to mind.
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