Walk a mile in their shoes.

Being in the mindset of a crazy person for too long is dangerous, I've realized.

I've been writing for my crazy project. I'm writing as a non-gender-specific character who is completely paranoid and deranged to the point where they believe a) they're the only one who knows the fate of the world and b) the fate of the world is that the sun will swallow the earth in hellish fire. They're afraid of the sun, fire, and light in general--the nurse moves their bed closer to the window every few months, and they watch the sunset every morning to make sure it's not the day the world will end.

Anyway, I really get into whatever character I'm playing/writing--not to a crazy degree, understand (I don't start being a creeper after playing my pedo-vampire at Shadows Crossing) but I do get immersed to the point where I sometimes lose track of things.

For instance, I just looked up, realized it was still light, and felt a bit uncomfortable--not freaking out like the character in my crazy journal would be, but enough that it wasn't true to how I really am. It's an odd sensation.

Sometimes, I feel more heroic the day after playing my Hunter at Crackside, or I feel a little more maternal after playing my werewolf, Chloe. I dunno. I guess that's just the kind of writer/actor I am. Pretending to see through someone else's eyes really does a number on me.