"How do you keep the balance between that little world in your head and the real one?"
It does not seem to be a problem, at this point. Maybe someday I'll have to worry, if I start calling my husband Dave instead of Dan, or thinking my Toyota Corolla is an unmarked cruiser.
I think the balance was more difficult in the beginning (a long time ago) when the world I had invented was still swirling in the mists of creation. Then I thought about it all the time, and it became more real than reality, and my real life (except my young son, who beamed through it all like a blast of sunlight) began to get a bit murky at times.
Looking back, I sometimes feel I wasn't really part of the world.
In fact I remember my husband one morning told me quite grumpily that Cal could make my coffee. That was the first warning sign that I was maybe not balancing my lives so well.
These days my invented world -- I wouldn't call it little -- stays where it belongs, and like Susan I can come and go quite easily. I only wish I had more time -- much more time -- to go through that door, and stay in there a while. That's the danger of having too much work on this side, or -- and take heed! -- too much fun, as I've been having this past week.
Not good! Not good at all :)
|trying (not so well) to look dangerous in the underground|
parkade of the Vancouver Public Library on Saturday,
following Write On Vancouver event
For some this might be small potatoes, but for me it's the adventure of a lifetime, and more than a little scary.
I'm just hoping my stars line up and I miss no flights. Wish me luck!!