First of all, I want to state for the record that I love it here on Absolute Write. My husband is very, very supportive of my writing - the hopes and dreams, the ups and downs, and the constant writing. But here, everyone understands the insanity and obsession that comes along with it.
I'm working on my third book. The first two were easy - there wasn't much research to be done. I knew those characters because they were pieces of me.
In this book, the MC's husband dies in the very first chapter, and a month or so later she finds out she's preganant. I've never been pregnant, so there was a lot of research to do there, and I pray my husband doesn't ever die before me. So I've had to do some research on grief, specifically young widows.
I found this youngwidow.org, and on there they have forums. So I've been browsing these forums, glimpsing these people's love and the lives that are lost. It's terribly sad, and I can't read for too long because I literally end up in tears, but it's very helpful to the development of my character.
But at the same time, I'm enjoying the research. Though it's sad, though these people are living a life I hope never to experience. It's heart-rending, gut-wrenching, tear-jerking...and yet I'm fascinated reading these posts.
Has anyone experienced that before? I feel like maybe there's something wrong with me, almost getting enjoyment out of these people's pain. It's not their pain that brings me entertainment, but rather their stories. And it's not the kind of entertainment that brings laughs and smiles, but rather tears and heartache.
Is something wrong with me? Or is it just the passion I have as a writer?
I'm working on my third book. The first two were easy - there wasn't much research to be done. I knew those characters because they were pieces of me.
In this book, the MC's husband dies in the very first chapter, and a month or so later she finds out she's preganant. I've never been pregnant, so there was a lot of research to do there, and I pray my husband doesn't ever die before me. So I've had to do some research on grief, specifically young widows.
I found this youngwidow.org, and on there they have forums. So I've been browsing these forums, glimpsing these people's love and the lives that are lost. It's terribly sad, and I can't read for too long because I literally end up in tears, but it's very helpful to the development of my character.
But at the same time, I'm enjoying the research. Though it's sad, though these people are living a life I hope never to experience. It's heart-rending, gut-wrenching, tear-jerking...and yet I'm fascinated reading these posts.
Has anyone experienced that before? I feel like maybe there's something wrong with me, almost getting enjoyment out of these people's pain. It's not their pain that brings me entertainment, but rather their stories. And it's not the kind of entertainment that brings laughs and smiles, but rather tears and heartache.
Is something wrong with me? Or is it just the passion I have as a writer?