Storytime with P. Meggy "Living Life Loud"

When I write, I don't make characters to fit people I know. My characters are people themselves, with their own flaws, their own abilities, and their own personalities. Writing this right now is hard for me. I don't know why. I make people to fit the characters.

"If you know who I'm talking about, well, my characters a pretty easily recognizable." Cat said, with a smile, as we sat outside one bright day in the middle of the night. I can't remember much of what it was like, only that I was talking to one of my best friends about one of my favorite things. "Take your character, for an example. You are awesome. Therefore, your character is awesome."

I smiled back, still feeling a little shaken. Maybe I put too much emotion into trying to convey the story, either way, I'm no good at plot summaries. Words are much easier when they are at your fingertips rather than from your lips.

"I guess, she's a little of everyone I love."

"Really?"

"Well, yeah. Her sarcasm. come on, we've already had the conversation that I couldn't be friends with someone if they weren't sarcastic."

"Yeah, those people can't see sarcasm unless it's dancing in front of their faces wearing a hula skirt and waving pom-poms!"

We laughed, remembering the joke we'd made only a little while earlier. It would later be Cat's facebook status, but we hadn't gotten that far yet.

"So tell me some more about her, then." Cat said.

"Well, she has big hair, kind of like yours..."

"This thing?"

"Yes." I smiled, I remember feeling nervous, maybe embarrassed about it. "I always thought your hair was pretty, Cat."

"AW!!!!" With that, I think my life was nearly squeezed out of me with the hug I was given.

I love you, too, Cat.

As a friend, you know. Because otherwise, that would be awkward.

But you do enjoy awkward. So maybe you'd be alright.

Either way, it works.