I think perhaps I’m accidentally making my characters alcoholics.
I most often write at night, when Little Man is sleeping soundly, blankets kicked to kingdom come, BMan watching a film or listening to an audio book and I pull out my lovely little red netbook, open a cheeky little chardy and start typing.
Problem is, while I sip, enjoying the wine, I write reisling, chardonnay, pinot, baileys, cointreau into the scenes.
Sorry characters, apparently there are 12 steps, I’ll do some research.
Perhaps if I wrote in a coffee shop they’d be jittery caffeine addicts who can’t sleep at night, or if I took my netbook to a park bench by the river just down the hill from here they’d be calm and zen like.
But nope, my characters are borderline alcoholics. Whoops.