I come from a family which included 9 siblings
and 2 parents. There were grandparents and
numerous aunts and uncles living next door from
my mother’s side of the family. There were an
almost uncountable number of aunts, uncles, and
cousins spread out over the city of Houston from my dad’s side. There would not have been enough room for a imaginary companion in my life!!!

Pat Cochran

Tawny, thanks for stopping by.

I don’t imagine readers reading my stories only because then I’d worry too much to write. Instead, I rely on my instincts and YOU to tell me if a story’s working *g*

So glad to hear I’m not the only one. Yes, I, too, had lots of imaginary friends, and animals. I had a pet tiger named Zulu when I was young. That cat went everywhere with me, and experienced everything I did.

Looking back now, I can rationallize that it was my way of dealing with my father’s death when I was only seven. Or I can just assume that it was the beginnings of my creativity coming to life. Because I just wouldn’t want to think that I was just plain weird!

Thanks for sharing, and congratulations on your new book! It looks fun.

–Gerri

Thanks for guesting with me! I had imaginary friends when I was small. Like yours, they eventually became characters. I sometimes feel as if they’re whispering in my ear–or shouting, “No, no, I’d never do that!”–when I’m writing.