Disclaimer: Of course, I could be lying.
I did once. I felt guilty for months.
How does one reconcile the lust of a story character that is part of our reality for a time? I find that sometimes I can become quite involved with my characters, but when is it that a line is drawn between these fictional individuals and our own individual realities.
What I mean is; did your character become more desirable than the real thing? What's more disappointing? Do we write about relationships that are much better than what we experience in real life?
I did once. I felt guilty for months.
How does one reconcile the lust of a story character that is part of our reality for a time? I find that sometimes I can become quite involved with my characters, but when is it that a line is drawn between these fictional individuals and our own individual realities.
What I mean is; did your character become more desirable than the real thing? What's more disappointing? Do we write about relationships that are much better than what we experience in real life?