Do I know you?

I started writing yesterday putting words into character's mouths that suddenly did not fit. It wasn't that those words shouldn't be theirs or that I was creating things that they would not say. But it was almost as if the actors in the scene had some discussion during rehearsals that there was a bit of the script that they did not like. And, when they reached that point, they both turned to me in my capacity as a writer, which a puzzled look on their face.

As if they did not believe what I was asking them to do or say.

And at that moment I wondered if I actually knew them.

And I was not sure.

Perhaps it was because I have been away so long working on other things they thought I had abandoned them and they had carried on the story without me.

So I will return to them. Sit down with them and talk with them, about them, until I know them again, love or hate them again.

But I must begin again.