For xaipw

Because it's Sauty, I've now done the 5 ?s meme:

1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Or which two guys you'd like to watch make out. Something random. Whatever you like.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. Update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, ask them five questions.

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Typing up an old original fic to show Sauty, and in another fic, I came across this passage that seemed especially relevant to my life just now.  Writing about writing is such a damn cliche, but that's what this story was.  The narrator of the story just wrote a few-hundred word passage about "Amanda," and then she says:

And then what?   And then what happened?  Oh, shit I've lost it.  Shit.

I think that was a dream sequence, diary.  I don't really know.  I'd have to ask Amanda.  But I can't because that short bit is all I know of her.  I'm trying to call her up again, to find out what the playground is:  reality, dream, metaphor, to make her tell me what happened to that little boy, but it's impossible.  Amanda is gone forever, another character about whom I could write no more than a page.

I got a million of 'em, baby, and it bothers me.  I should be able to control these people that I make up in my head, but I can't.  They appear of their own free will and leave me when it suits them best.  The only constant is me.