Saturday, May 9, 2009

Living in a Make-Believe World

Jenn here. I should probably blog about Mother's Day, but so many people are already doing that, so I'm going to talk about something else.

Living in my make-believe world.

Do any of you do this? Day dream? Can't focus on reality until you have to? Often, that's me. I was the little girl who sat in the classroom staring out the window, daydreaming in my make-believe world. Of course, it was always a Cinderella story of my knight in shining armor coming to rescue me from this hideous world of reality.

I would like to say that I've gotten over this habit, but I haven't. Now I daydream and think of characters and story ideas all the time. It doesn't matter if I'm at work, church, restaurant, a family event, sleeping--yes, even in my sleep, I dream of story ideas.

My husband can be talking to me and he knows that look on my face when I've zoned out on him. He'll tell me I'm not listening, and of course, I protest and tell him that I am. Sometimes I surprise him by multi-listening/thinking. I can hear what he says and even repeat it, but my mind is on my story. Anyone accomplished that talent, yet? It took me a while and I haven't quite mastered it, but I'm working on it.

I used to feel guilty, like I'm living my life in the make-believe world and not experience true reality, the life God gave me. Now I don't look at it that way. I am who He created. He made me this way so I can write for him. He gave me the loving family who understands me and loves me in spite of my make-believe world. I'm exactly who I'm meant to be. Instead of traveling through time, I can step through the portal of my imagination and be in a different time and place. I love it!


  1. Yes, Jennifer. I know exactly what you mean about the story transporting me to my alternate world where my characters are chatting away and begging me to listen.

    And I know the look you're talking about. My indulgent hubby usually smiles when I zone like that, but my teen-aged daughter will call me on it. If only she knew what wonderful things I see . . .

  2. Jenn, I'm the same way. I guess it's a good thing that we're putting all that daydreaming to use writing :-)

  3. Oh, I do it too! And Keli, my kids call me on it, too. They get really frustrated.

    My husband's answer to the problem is to stop what he's saying and to ask for my full attention--looking at him and all. :)