I'm in the middle of writing my sister novel to Loving Blake... Loving Nina (coming Christmas 2014) and it dawns on me that as I am moving through these emotional moments with these characters I am getting caught up in the moment myself. Am I crazy for this? How weird is it that I can bring myself to tears by watching some scene play out in my head that is about completely imaginary characters? I'm thinking to myself this is a most absurd act! These characters have been living their lives on my screen for a while now and I'm so engrossed in their world it's bringing me into a reality that doesn't exist. But my emotions are the character's emotions that they're feeling as they're going through it and I am feeling it as if I am in the novel, as if I am screaming full of pain, guilt, and sorrow. Oh what a twisted web we weave as writers. How dangerous is your imagination if you can feel the emotions that are spewed from it?