Seumas Gallacher writes about the characters of his books taking over his life. Of course, I have no idea what he’s raving about. Honest, Doc., I’m okay. 🙂
…there’s an insidious literary force at WURK that permeates the grey cells of lots of Authors of my acquaintance… fellow scribblers will be well-accustomed to the Midnight Mental Mafia Machinations Syndrome… that strange affliction that creeps into yer head just as yeez try to get to sleep… yer latest masterpiece-in-progress’ Dramatis Personae (fancy WURDS for ‘cast of characters’, Mabel) just refuse to go away… when yer eyelids are drooping and the fuddlement of slumber sets in, these inhabitants of yer embryonic novel kick on into the night shift… the endless nocturnal cerebral committee meetings start… yer subliminal being is usurped by main character after main character screaming at yeez to ‘do this, do that, change this, change that, say this, say that’…
…and yeez wake up in the morning already drained and exhausted… the thoughtfully-planned narrative yeez had in mind has been hijacked and hijeaned, depending on…
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Is there really any such thing as an offer that can’t be refused? Aren’t we all free to say ‘no’ if we really want to?
Or is there an implication of something more sinister going on; the person making the offer knows exactly at what point the other person loses their self control and gives in to temptation?
It’s a concept that always bothers me.
He’s just having fun, Rosalie. Not to worry. 🙂