What if?
What if I had super powers, could fly, and bullets would bounce off of me? What if I solved crimes that stumped the police? What if I had a lavish expense account, stayed at the top hotels, had a lot of hot sex, and a license to kill? What if I was on a spaceship full of people who traveled faster than light and every week I encountered a new civilization and boldly went where no one had gone before?
What if zombies lived next door? What if I dated a vampire who was “safe?” What if my boyfriend changed into something unspeakable once a month (under the full moon)—might he say the same of me?
What if I had a different husband—maybe a hubby upgrade? He’d have no flaws, be totally attentive, totally handsome and **** like a stallion?
Where do all these ideas come from? What is the need that is being filled?
When I write, I give these needs a sort of life. I populate a universe with people who become real, at least to me. Other people come into my world to share my fantasy and maybe their needs are also fulfilled—just go to a Star Trek convention if you don’t believe me—and if not that, then maybe a movie theater.
Is all the world a stage? Bill said so in his play, As You Like It. If I strut and fret in my life, at least I can dress it up in my fantasy with interesting characters facing tough situations and then watch them handle it, or not.
What if? What if? What if?
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[…] And then I read this, which I will point you too in case you missed it. It’s on my favorite playground, imagination: https://katelore.com/2014/04/10/i-is-for-imagination/ […]
Read this this morning and forgot to comment, grew so busy whatiffing all day long and had to come back and finish. Short, sweet and funny piece.
Kate, this is great! I like that you explore the question of what need it fulfills. And these characters *do* become real. Superpower indeed.
Kate, this is great! I like that you explore the question of what need it fulfills. And these characters *do* become real. Superpower indeed.