I’m not talking about writing paranormal things, but the experience of the writing itself acquiring a paranormal element.
The process of creating stories is an arcane one at the best of times. Characters, situations and settings materialise out of the air. Where does inspiration come from? There are times when it feels more like channelling, than invention. Every now and then, I write something, and it turns out to be true.
The first time it happened was in my teens, I wrote a character whose grandfather died, and within about a week, my grandfather died. That unsettled me. Then at college, I borrowed one of my tutors for a private investigator character, and then later found out that he had a love of Noire and PI stuff. I wrote a story for a Bisexual anthology, featuring a capricious, theatrical lass with long red hair and trouble forming deep relationships. Six months later she turned up in my life – older than the fictional character, but otherwise uncannily similar.
Most of the time I don’t base my characters too much on one person – there are exceptions, but largely I make composites, drawing influences and traits from multiple sources. But, inspired by a very musical friend of mine, I set about writing a novel involving a band – fantasy setting. I knew my friend was in a band, but not much about them. So it was rather odd going to a gig of his, and seeing the guys he played with, and realising I had written them. I’d got a lot of how they looked, and temperament, stage presence etc. That’s a few examples. It happens rather a lot to me.
When I’m working on a story, I often have no sense of where it’s coming from, or what elements of it might turn out to be true. Looking back afterwards can be peculiar to say the least. Stories are alive, they have minds of their own, and their own peculiar relationship with the rest of reality.