Can totally relate to your comments. Personally, I think it's a sign of having a creative/active mind that is compensating for those close to you who don't have this ability or share your interests.

After losing my job four years ago and so many applications being rejected, I had the idea of writing a novel based on one of my interests. Although still unpublished after several edits, one spread into two. As subject covers two generations, a young man and an older one in the same job, I've become "close" to the latter character. Had thought of killing him off, but can't do it so introduced an accident instead. Of course, both novels have a happy ending!

Perhaps I'm now more alert to other people, family or just those I meet whilst shopping, but so much of what I've written is real. It could be construed that I wish my life was more like my second novel and in a way I think that's right. In fact there's probably two more with the same characters. Bit like Barbara Taylor Bradford, if you're familiar with her storylines.

Now to find a publisher who isn't going to fleece me!!!!