Okay, I’m stealing from Shayd’s story about getting slapped after basing a character on a friend.
I was reading a chapter I wrote about domestic violence at an open mic, and one of my friends left the room crying. I recalled immediately that she had a history of being abused as a child, and of course my first thought was concern for her. But my second thought was, “Wow! I must have written that well!” Sick, but true.
Anyone else need to confess thoughts like these?