It happened to j the same way it had happened to all of them.
Through no important event of its own he became aware that he had become a slave. The world had placed him on a track and there was nowhere to go but forward. He watched people living on TV. they had adventures, met new people, and formed new meaningful relationships. He couldn't believe how much fuller, and in every way that mattered to him more real than his own. and that they were fake. He had unwittingly become reverse Pinocchio. the real boy that had traded it all to become a wooden facsimile.
And so he thought. and thought. and thought. How could he reverse the entire course of his life in order to make himself the man he wanted to be.
There were many problems with his desired universe. He would have to overcome debt, fat, shyness, the laws of physics, and god himself to be the man that he wanted to be. How could he do it? How could he possibly succeed? And so he began to go mad.
He sat down at a computer believing that the first step to creating the universe of his dreams was to describe that universe.
He sat.
And he sat.
And he sat. And he continued to go mad...
His first Idea came to him. He could not start the story from any other person's perspective lest the story would happen to them and not him. He decided the story must begin with his life and so far...
The new story began with his life so far.
He fell asleep typing. When he awoke he realized he was still typing. He realized that he wasn't 100% sure that he was the writer or the character. Had his life continued on, or had he somehow slipped into his own words...
