God. I've said this before and I'll probably have to repeat it in the future: Fictional characters are pesky creatures, all coy and difficult to please. I have a deadline tomorrow, and when does my annoying main character decide to reveal his secrets? An hour before I have to go to bed unless I'm going to be useless tomorrow. So, useless it is. I have to go, he demands to be written...
I read and I write - everything from corporate to kink. My naughty fictional friends are always there to make my life interesting. And pester me, of course. Pesky creatures.