Confession: Sometimes I wish my characters were real

Tell me, what are your thoughts of my character Sweety? Papi and his interesting services? I want to apologize for the long break between Pt. 3 and Pt. 4. I took a few days off to visit my mommy and realized with much regret that I'm only human. But fear not, Pt. 5 is coming soon. This is the first time I've done a series like this, and while I'd like to think that people are visiting my blog everyday, this is mostly for me. I love writing. When you love something, truly love doing something, you would do it for free, you would do it the absence of accolades, you would do it even if no one else knew. That's how I feel about my stories. Yeh I want to walk into Borders one night and see my one of my "babies" on display; or to go to Amazon.com to read a comment like this one: "Jennifer Singleton is one of the best writers I've seen in a long time. And that's saying a lot because I'm 62."
But if it turns out that my eyes are the only ones that will ever read my creations, I won't leave this earth regretting one second of the energy I expended to write or type any of the words. That would be like regretting all the hugs and kisses you gave someone you loved. (Yes, it's that serious.)

Wow, there I go again starting out left then a making a sharp turn right; but that's how things happen I guess. Let my friends tell it and I'm always straying off topic. Sue me. Anyway, back to my darling wonderful little Sweety. I'm not sure how many parts there will be, but I know that the end is near. I also know that it's going to be good. Why? Because I love Sweety. Truth be told, I want to know her. In a way I guess I do, but I want to know her for real. Sometimes I wish my characters were real. My characters are the people I wish I knew. Because I've had 31 years with myself, I'm more than comfortable with who I am and how I think. I'm different. It always helps to know that I'm not alone, there are other weirdos out there like me. Writers who create people who they wish were real-life friends, family, lovers, neighbors, coworkers, handsome strangers, mysterious acquaintances. They write about places they'll never visit; personalities they know only through the stories of others; joy that only lucky people get to experience; pain that will never attack their heart; beauty that their mirror doesn't reflect; an abundance of money that they can only spend in their dreams; and love and passion that the universe has not allowed to come into their life.

Ladies and gentleman, this is what exists on the pages of books that have homes ranging from the book-signing table of a popular author to the "free to good home" box left discarded on a street corner.