Writing Life

I just found out that a friend of mine is working towards publishing her own works of fiction. I have my own presently modest ambitions in writing and what frustrates me is that when ever I talk to writers they always refer to characters and stories running around in their head. So in response to this recent revelation and the discussion I had with her afterward I jotted this down,

I do not find characters in my mind. They do not exist and I am doubtful they ever will. There remains too much of myself or at least too much from my eyes. In my writing when I do not see myself then I only see something false.