I've been writing a reading a lot this week. That makes me start talking about what I'm doing as though I'm a character in a book.
"He smelled fried potatoes and onions drifting in on summer's dry hot breeze and wondered who was cooking it and if he could get some. Smelling the frying food, he realized he was hungry and thirsty. He thought about drinking a beer but disdained it. He didn't need to drink a beer. No, he didn't need to but he wanted to, and that's the point. He's an adult, capable of adult decisions.
Really, he replied to himself. Shall we look at the records?
Suddenly he discovered he was husband and wife in his head, arguing both sides of his issue with himself. Lord, what was he coming to, he wondered? Was it a sign of an impending breakdown? How many people talk to themselves in this way? Many, many, he would bet, wondering what percentage many many covered."
I end up doing that a lot when I'm deeply into reading and writing.
"It makes him smile at his foibles, he said to himself, wondering what they were going to eat for dinner and looking for the clock. The cats, nestled against his side, didn't like this lively activity. Go back to your reading, heathen, they warned with their green eyes.
"Don't make us break out the claws."
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