Heh, this is true. Although considering my own childhood a mildly frustrated writer might explain my parents. (They weren't terrible, baring a few instances that may have been somewhat exaggerated in my mind - I was there but I certainly didn't have the perspective I do now, but they weren't the best parents for me. They occasionally look at me like a changeling and I categorically refuse to believe that I sprung from their loins and eww, that was a mental image I didn't need.)
As a writer (a terrible one in that I haven't actually written anything in ages) I don't think of my characters as my children. I think of them as my creations and I am their god. Aside from giving me a complex (come on, I'm giving this one away) I do think of them like I imagine a god would (assuming existence yadda yadda), fondly but distantly and with a dash of wow this is a really entertaining soap opera/train wreck. What'll happen next week? Will Carla have the baby? Is Hunmph Ictack going to keep the bar? What about Verdant and the shrinking dimensional prison? I should really stay tuned.
If I ever met any of my characters I'd be far more likely to get sucked into a rabid sunspot than punched. And it would be quite deserved.
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Date: 2010-06-30 03:56 pm (UTC)As a writer (a terrible one in that I haven't actually written anything in ages) I don't think of my characters as my children. I think of them as my creations and I am their god. Aside from giving me a complex (come on, I'm giving this one away) I do think of them like I imagine a god would (assuming existence yadda yadda), fondly but distantly and with a dash of wow this is a really entertaining soap opera/train wreck. What'll happen next week? Will Carla have the baby? Is Hunmph Ictack going to keep the bar? What about Verdant and the shrinking dimensional prison? I should really stay tuned.
If I ever met any of my characters I'd be far more likely to get sucked into a rabid sunspot than punched. And it would be quite deserved.