Sometimes, Real Life…

Sometimes, real life pales in comparison to fiction.

It’s not escapism. I loathe escapism.

It’s like an on-off switch. And I can’t read it half so well as I can write it. Feeling as much as your characters feel, stealing their dreams, realising their fears, dropping them into the abyss of love. I feel like I am stretching the limits of my mental and emotional capacities, and I like that.

Of course, you wouldn’t want most of this shit to be real.

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About RowenaFW

I am a Fish. But you wouldn't know it just from looking at me.
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