Some vivid writing
All believe that it happened
Yet dreams are vivid

Some friends wanted to know who “she” was in the traditional unrequited love sonnet. It seems that I managed to succeed when writing this poem — I am greatly flattered, yet I am afraid there is no she. I may be shy, but my feelings I wear on my sleeve… I did live in a culture where feelings were hidden from everyone — I have seen this drama played out. I have seen it depicted in various media… it seems a common experience… but, it is not my character.

One skill in art is the ability to see other perspectives. One cannot very well write fiction where every character is self. In fact, this skill must be a life skill — for we must be able to empathize with those who see and feel life somewhat differently. Though each of us is human, with more or less the full range of normal feelings — there are differences. We have different fears and different joys. I need the ability to see beyond myself or I cannot write for anyone except myself.


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