Sometimes I get so upset when I'm writing. I feel so much for my poor characters, and yet; what happens happens and I don't have much control over the events. It's weird, eh, thinking that an author won't be able to decide the fate of the characters, but - at least for me - a lot of things happen that I'm just, you know: "Oh, my God, why did he say that? Now the whole damn chapter will change direction!", and they just throw out their arms and glare at me. I love them.