Have you ever gotten so deep into your writing that it starts to get to you? I feel like my characters are starting to stalk me while I sleep.
This morning, for example, I jerk awake at 6:30 am (a full hour earlier than I need to be awake) convinced someone is knocking on my window. No one was there, of course.
Still, even though I don’t remember my dreams in detail (I never do), I feel as though I’ve spent the last few nights living in the world I’ve created. It’s hard to explain why without giving things away, but let’s just say it’s starting to creep me out just a little. At the same time, It’s really awesome. 😀