I just finished the 7th installment of my Marly Jackson stories and of all my characters I have to say she most greatly reflected who I am in many ways.
I find myself almost crying having finished her last story. I plan to expand them into full novels for publishing some day, but for now it's like losing a friend.
Does anyone else get this attached to their characters? It's kind of strange for me. Of all the other stories I finished I simply felt pride. Now I kind of want a beer, a cigarette, and some commiseration.
Is this normal?
I find myself almost crying having finished her last story. I plan to expand them into full novels for publishing some day, but for now it's like losing a friend.
Does anyone else get this attached to their characters? It's kind of strange for me. Of all the other stories I finished I simply felt pride. Now I kind of want a beer, a cigarette, and some commiseration.
Is this normal?