My husband Bernie wrote this based on the lead line “my life began with the written word” Wish I had thought of this one
I keep coming back to the same question – “Am I real?”
I exist because I’m here. He created me, my life began with his printed word but now does that make me real? He can make me do anything, he determines my appearance but I’m still me.
I’m not free because I’m tied to his will but don’t many people believe that they are subject to the will of a higher being? Is my case so different? Once he created me I began a life, true it was dependent on his ideas but it’s still a life.
I guess it’s really a bigger question because if I’m real then all the characters in fiction must also be real. A whole world of characters! If we’re real then where are we? Some are very famous some are not well known at all but they all exist.
Some people say we’re just figments of authors’ imaginations but we are known far and wide so once we are brought to life on the printed page surely we become more than that.
I’ve lived through three novels now and the reviews have said I have developed quite a following so I must be real to those people, I’ve even had letters sent to me, not that I get them.
The Oxford English Dictionary defines “real” as – actually existing or occurring but then gives a second definition as – genuine , not artificial. I know I exist but am I genuine and not artificial? It defines “artificial” as – produced by human art or effort rather than originating naturally. This seems to indicate that I’m not real but the dictionary defines reality as – What exists, the real nature of and resemblance to an original. These all seem to fit so I am back to the original question.
He is starting a new novel for me now in which he sending me to Antarctica but he has researched to ensure I’m well equipped for the adventure which seems to indicate that at some level he wants me to be real. I know he takes great care not to put me in any situation that it is impossible to escape from so he values my continued existence. I’ve earned him a reasonable amount so I suppose he depends on me to an extent. Is this a symbiotic relationship? If so, doesn’t that indicate I’m real?
I think that since my life began with the printed word I am real to some extent. I guess I’ll have to settle for that. I’d better prepare for Antarctica now.