When I was a kid one of my favourite books was 'The Ghost on Saturday Night' by Sid Fleischman. I just found out he died three years ago at the age of 90. Here's a fantastic poem by him, and it's pretty much what I've always thought, too:
I write what I am.
When I sit down to a blank sheet of paper,
I may become a yellow-haired boy,
a snarling pirate,
a prankish wizard’s ghost,
or even a dog with arrogant wolf’s eyes.
But beneath all the make-up, the wigs and putty noses
- that’s ME,
off on a fresh adventure and having as much fun as I can.
- Sid Fleischman