About a week ago, I was reading Coco Ginger’s blog, specifically her post about her French press. In the post she referenced treating every guy she meets as a potential character in her next story.
That sentiment hit me like a sledge-hammer: I, too, look at people I meet as candidates for characters. How dreadful. How delightful. It is a conundrum.
How about you? Are you eyeing up acquaintances, family and friends — and dreadful bosses — as novel fodder?