Then one day it happened. She spoke. Kate. My character. Out of nowhere, without me prompting her, just as I was getting into bed, she said:
"I was probably the only 17-year old on the planet that still got excited about school field trips."
And I said, "What, what did you just say?" And she repeated herself.
I was thinking...wow, the entire planet, huh? Seems a little extreme. But I was also thinking...finally, you haven't spoken to me in forever!
Then she said something else. You must understand that I had gone from napkin writing to nothing in a matter of months. I went from hearing voices in stereo to silence. This was a relief. She was still alive somewhere. Maybe she was just trapped in my subconscious. Maybe my experimenting had woken her up a little.
She gave me a page and a half. It didn't feel forced. I now believe I can get back to this world. It's just going to take some tapping.