am i the only one who didn't know?
 

when i realized that you weren't real, i felt sad. how lame.
 

I gotta admit, I'm a bit POed myself.
 

All this time I really thought you were a 15 year old girl.
Now I feel like a crappy myspace friend.
But I can't wait to read your book.
Has it been released? Can I get it at Barnes and Noble?
 

Yes, you can find it at any bookstore. Or you can get it at a library.
 

it doesn't have to end, i mean, it could be a series, after all...

of course it might seem a bit odd to read FIN writing lines like "I don't know why they're made a me, I mean, I am as real to me as you are... shouldn't they be made at my author?"

of course my years working in psych hospitals might have me more amused than some (it's no wonder my sense of humor gets me in trouble, aye?)...

on a serious note, thank you for reminding me that i are not always in control or aware, even when i think i am, and that reality is not always what it seems, even when i believe it is, and that i am not as central or special as my ego might think i am... but enough serious notes...

isn't it ironic that a story about ocd should leave so many minds in momentary disorder :)

i look forward to your next chapter, FIN

love, ric
 

dear...

well played,
though betrayed
i feel i lost a friend
and sad to see an end
to the promise of a girl
believing in her world
i gave my heart and mind
to hope and faith so blind
somehow is seems unkind
and yet
the creativity
was played so beautifully
i can't help but admire
the compassion you inspired
and in time i will let go
of the bruise on my ego

foolish child am i to think
that trust can come in words
when i know all to well the play
from sublime to absurd
and all the world's more than a stage
it is a carnival
and in the end we enjoy it
even if it does not rhyme
or not, that is our choice

I loved the perspective and poignant question posed by another friend (and now should i wonder if she or all of us are but figments in some writer's imagination?... perfectly scary after-Halloween thought, but then, the kind of scary that makes Halloween fun, the kind of scary that draws us back on the roller coaster and into the haunted house... still, i wonder... hey jenny, let's get that drink now, aye?... and crissa, how 'bout joining us?)... yes, what happens when an imaginary friend dies or when a real friend becomes imaginary... do we grow up?... do we change in some way?... do we lose a part of ourselves?... before we (or at least i) get lost in eerie psychobabble, i shall applaude cuz that is a positive reaction to being dumbfounded and i'd rather feel awkward and honest than angry or confused... after all, who am i to think i should be in control of my thoughts or beliefs...

if i am the only one laughing, well, that's ok cuz i am mostly laughing at myself... somehow, in this vast world (cyber and not), i must not be the only one... and that is comforting on this night of change... farewell sweet fantasy child who i adopted in my heart and kept in high esteem for these however many years... and welcome...

ric

PS... the blog does not have to end, unless you plan no sequel... of course it might get a bit tricky to blog about how "some people are upset with me because i am not a real person, i mean, shouldn't they be upset with my author?"

i hope you are amused as well and know, the invitation to come out to play in Orlando still goes :)
 

Thank you. Your questions and interesting and beautiful. I love it.
 

Having a Walkman under the pillow should have tipped me off.

Well, thank you for finally being honest, I guess. I'm not sure how to feel.

I adored Fin.Read every drop. Admired every drawing. Enjoyed each snapshot.

Because I thought she was real. I know you *are* Fin, but....

Reading those words, from a "teenager" in Miami gave me a tiny bit of hope that some good still comes out of South Florida. That not all the youth of today had been hollowed out. That there was still a future generation with insight, depth and soul.

Meh. I've no idea what I'm saying or writing at the moment. I'm just conflicted all over....
 

You know, I am sad that you aren't really Frances, but at the same time, I'm not surprised. Your style of writing seemed way too engaging for a 15 yr old stuck in Miami. As much as I mourn the end of the blog, I do look foward to reading the book.

Thanks for keeping me hooked so long. I really hope there are people like Fin out there.


-Heidi K
aka girl-genius.diaryland.com
 

Oh. My. Goodness.
I had no idea.
It's strange and beautiful and I'm not quite sure how to feel about it but I do know I absolutely want to know FIN more.
 

Ha! Wow. Well, I still loved reading it for what it's worth...and I'll read the book and actually sort of feel like a part of it...it's just weird that I somehow felt there was this real person out there who does not exist...Best of luck witht the book whoever you are!! :)
 

:)

Well done.
 

This is a belated response to your revelation back in November; I still think yours is among the best blogs anywhere, and I am glad that I stumbled into it during one of my insomniac wanderings. I'll look for your book now that I have some free time to breathe. Totally brilliant randomness, and I hope it continues, in whatever medium you choose.

Cheers,
rosibel
 

I left on maternity leave and when I return, not only is FIN gone, but she never existed. This feels a little odd, Crissa-Jean. I guess you have succeeded in making your character very real and cared for.
 

Wow, I'm super late to the game but this is excellent! I wrote from the perspective of a maladjusted teenage girl for years.
I must pick this up!