How come when my sisters and I were little and we were sick we always slept on the living room couch? I’m sure it’s because our parents didn’t want us to spread our illness to our other sister(s) since we always shared a room with at least one.
But at the same time sleeping on the couch was just always more comfortable and it was FUN and felt special even though a bed is surely more comfortable? Fuck it, I’ll STILL sleep on the couch when I’m sick. (J/k I don’t know that for sure! I haven’t been sick in a long time sans a sore throat last fall [and by sore throat I mean a minor sore throat until I went out and drank a lot and stuff…anyways, I pretty much lost my voice for 2 days], and my gallbladder incident 2 winters ago but that happened in a dorm room so….)
Get out your cell phone and scroll through the contacts until you come to a name that provokes a reaction inside of you. Joy, rage, confusion, fascination, embarrassment, fear, frustration, infatuation, anything.
Ask yourself why that person’s name caused that reaction in you. Don’t try to make it an accurate answer, make it your honest, personal answer. Make it a thousand overlapping micro-answers. Don’t find categorical terminology for any of it, just dump the marbles of emotional memory all over the floor, flood the room with them. You were infatuated with Rebecca because she wore Chuck Taylors and played bass and tasted like cigarettes.
Dan Harmon on writing characters with depth.
Are there any other writers of his jawn that answer questions like this on Tumblr, or anywhere?