My books are mine, and yet they are alien to me--as a child belongs to a parent and yet has a life of its own. I can guide and hope and nudge my characters this and that way, but in the end, they become what they become. I don't always like what they become myself, but like a parent, there are times when I just don't know what to do about it. Other times when I'm so proud of them I could bust. Laura Kinsale
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This quote is so true, because I have to admit that I have made some terrible decisions in my life, which has resulted in my books being an awful lot like myself. My books are me, but they are also something else entirely. It's amazing how our minds can create characters that are not us at all.

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