There are seven of us, and we are Very Fierce.
Match your wits to our teeth, if you dare.
-From Elegy v2 for RTS Zheng
I’ve spent years on this fellow, seven at least, and yet the demons still grab me and tell me, “You don’t know what you’re writing about. You can’t imagine life from any other eyes than yours.” And it’s true, it’s true. They say if you don’t understand others, it’s because you don’t understand yourself. This presents a problem. Operation: Find Self is currently underway.
It is not so bad to not be able to write any other life than your own. Most authors (if not all) do that in some capacity anyway, and besides, you have lived many lives.
You are demonizing me, aren’t you? Literally.