Each one of these criteria I listed play into your style, and each will change, even if only slightly, from story to story. Perhaps even from chapter ...o chapter. Ultimately, that’s a revelation you’ve either already seen in action, or are (hopefully) going to discover soon.Why You WriteIt’s super important that you think about these things. Not only are you more able to write according to your passions and understanding who your demographics are, it also helps authors to answer why they write.. "Kathy, this dream business is really troubling you. Maybe we should have you talk to someone." Yeah, you could have an allergy or something that makes you dream creepy." Christi joined the two blondes in a comforting hug. "And I don't trust that Teddy Bear," she giggled, "it isn't anatomically correct or anything." What's the matter, Mommy?" Becky chirped from the hall. "Is Kathy okay?" Yes, sweetheart, everything's fine."The door opened and the freckle faced redhead rode into the room astride. I raised my eyes to hers, but I must say that it did take a lot of willpower.Stacy smiled at my lack of composure. Of late, I had begun to blubber in front of her, acting more like an awed fan of hers than her own father. But then again, I could remember the time when I had been worried about her openly flirting with me, but that was three years ago. Three years ago, when it had seemed like she was trying every trick in the book to make me rape her.Thankfully, I had withstood the temptation. He guided me into the bistro and up a narrow set of stairs. He was speaking French to me, and that made it difficult to try and head this off because I don’t speak French. My stuttering English fell on deaf ears as we entered a small room and he kissed me. I kid you not, I felt him against me, full-body contact as he kissed me.I hadn’t been kissed by anyone in over a year. My last girlfriend and I broke up, like many single people, because we couldn’t spend much time together. She was a nurse.