What My Characters Think I Do All Day vs. Reality

A Love Letter to My Dramatic Little Chaos Gremlins

What my characters think I do all day:

• Wake up in silk pjs and stare moodily out the window at the rain

• Light a candle that smells like despair and yearning

• Spend sixteen uninterrupted hours crafting their emotional journey through love, loss, betrayal, and lingering glances thrown across the room

• Cry over a metaphor so beautiful it stuns the heavens

• Whisper “you deserve happiness” into the void before tucking them into a perfect ending

What I actually do:

• Wake up because I dropped my phone on my own face

• Spill coffee on my shirt while replying to passive-aggressive emails

• Think about my characters constantly while unable to write a single sentence because I’m too busy being a person with bills

• Open my draft, type “They kiss. It’s a mess.” and consider that peak literature

• Spend my one free hour googling “how long can someone brood before it becomes legally concerning”

They think I’ve forgotten them.

But the truth is, they’re always with me. In coffee spoons and traffic jams. In stray thoughts and half-dreams. In every moment I wish I could write but can’t.

They wait (not patiently). They judge (with flair).

And they talk about me in the group chat.

You can find the leaked transcript of that chaos over on my Instagram.

Until I make it back to the page,

thank you for waiting, my beloved little gremlins.

As always,

With love,

Eleanor