Not in that way, sillies.
Well, after all your excellent comments I did decide to go with revising PoloGRRL. And predictably, it's moving along at wildfire pace; after only a few days I'm already to Chapter 12, more than 1/10 through. It's all playing out wonderfully.
It's a very interesting process because this one needs so much less work, and work in a different way, than Forester's Son does. And yet, I love them both equally well. But they're my characters and they've been with me since their beginnings.
That is one thing that really has been eating at me lately. I mean, we're gonna have a kid, one we've waited and longed for for a loooong time, with many setbacks along the way. But right now, that kid is (in a way) just a figment of my imagination, too, you know?
As my husband says, vomit in the toilet and a videogame on the ultrasound screen. And he/she has to share space with P, with Jakob, with Des, and right now he/she just seems one of my characters in there, because it's too early to know if boy/girl, feel any kicking or anything. Not even any morning sickness any more. So...a figment of my imagination.
Does that make sense?
I'm totally weirding myself out right now.
And then the baby will come out, and no longer be a figment of my imagination (somehow), but real. And the change will be that my characters remain in my head, but the baby is out, and alive.
And that will be weird, and I don't know what to think about it.
You? Did you write before your babies were born? How did it change the way you viewed your characters?