I tend to identify very closely with stories and characters. In the seventies, after reading Charmed Circle by James R. Mellow and various bios of Collette, I became obsessed with Paris. I wanted to cook like Alice B. Toklas. I wanted to just hang with artists. I wanted to eat lots of cheese and drink lots of wine.
Down the road when I was reading the "Clan of the Cave Bears" books I started using all kinds of wild fruits and herbs when I cooked, a la Ayla. I think my husband actually went into Wild Berry overdose.
More recently, when I was reading Memoirs of a Geisha, I paid close attention to subtle nuances of being graceful and I actually spent time drooling over kimonos and contemplating how I poured a cup of coffee or tea. Is my wrist delicate and seductive, or do I move like Sylvester Stallone? (answer: Yo! Adrian.)
These and other books made me think myself out of my own skin in various ways. That is the magic of books. I can still taste the cinnamon toast I think I made myself while reading Seventeen as a teenager. For some reason I think someone in that book ate lots of cinnamon toast. Am I remembering correctly?
I also did this kind of stuff as a doll maker and puppeteer. I guess, in the end, it's not enough to read about, or create characters; I like to become them, too. Well, I like to become them if they are likable, anyway.
So what to do if your most recent characters are country music singing kitties? Start singing? NO. People would pay BIG BUCKS for me to NOT sing, believe me. I could grow whiskers easier than learn to sing.
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