The curious thing about being an author is walking around with a bunch of characters in your head – sometimes they are active, other times passive. Lucy Karate was the first character who was my own (and not, a canon character who belonged to someone else). Like many first time novelists, she was a bit of a self insert. Physically, we have the same characteristics, and she represents who I wish I had been during high school. Every once in awhile, through some form of media or another, I’ve come across such a perfect representation of one of my characters, and this was such a week. I’m doing a terrible job explaining the concept, but there’s something very strange about coming face to face with someone who previously only existed in your imagination.