Just completed some heavy chapters involving my central characters. It's the moment when they get down to screwing.
Found myself getting really hot with them, now I'm so damn frustrated. I'm sure some of you writers out there will be familiar with this problem. You create these characters out of bits and pieces you carry in your head and plant them in your computer. Then you live with them for weeksd or even months and somehow come to forget they are your ficticious babies. So there am, I today so fucking jealous of this guy having his way with my heroine.I have to remind myself I'd put him there and even showed him how to get her pants off. But that didn't stop me contemplatimg a re-write in which the dame pulls up her pants again and tells him it's that time of month when her private place is out of bounds. Am I a bad parent or what?
Found myself getting really hot with them, now I'm so damn frustrated. I'm sure some of you writers out there will be familiar with this problem. You create these characters out of bits and pieces you carry in your head and plant them in your computer. Then you live with them for weeksd or even months and somehow come to forget they are your ficticious babies. So there am, I today so fucking jealous of this guy having his way with my heroine.I have to remind myself I'd put him there and even showed him how to get her pants off. But that didn't stop me contemplatimg a re-write in which the dame pulls up her pants again and tells him it's that time of month when her private place is out of bounds. Am I a bad parent or what?