Character Interview

I stalked around my apartment today, asking my character what he wants. he won’t talk. Sulking. Wonder why.

Mostly my character interviews just flow, they tell me their most intimate secrets, rage, cry, buzz around my head.But today, there is this oppressive silence, filtering out of my head, passing through each strand of my hair, charging the air around. I keep feeling if I untie my hair it would stand on end, like a halo, a filmy hedgehog.

What a character.

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