Hmm, am I a real person?
*Please wait while I hum the Jeopardy theme song in my head for 30 seconds while flying around the room on my unicorn*
The answer is . . . no.
I am a robot: eat, sleep, write, eat, sleep, write, eat, sleep, write.
Okay, SERIOUS MODE: On.
Hello, I’m Jamie Ayres, and the truth is, I wish I were a robot. I’m more real than I care to admit. If real means being a frustrated, insecure, hot mess. Yeah, the past month has been crazy.
If I was a robot, I could accept or refuse thoughts from bullies without getting upset. I could wire my brain and abilities any way I wanted. I could program myself to be happy no matter whom or what surrounded me each day.
But that’s not the mark of a real person. And as my second novel, 18 Truths, was being released and attacks were coming from all sides, I recognized God was showing me my own personal truth in the midst of it. He allows bad days to happen to make us aware of how much we need help.
My definition of a real person is one who tells the truth, means what they say but doesn’t say it mean, and has a good heart. From that perspective, I rather like the label of being a “real” person, even as I listen to the voices of my characters whispering in the dark corners of my mind.
*puts on foil hat and chants, “Take me to your leader.”
Together, we will rule the Earth!!!
Be careful what
you wish for!
Want to know more about Jamie Ayres? Hop on over to her website (Quick, before the Little Blue Lady does)
Check out Jamie’s book HERE. The paperback is on sale. Wahoo!
You can also feed your ereader, cause they need a little love, too.
(Tissues sold separately)