Willa Cather once wrote, "My art is more important than my friend."
And William Faulkner echoed that sentiment with this:
"A writer's only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one. He has a dream. It anguishes him so much he must get rid of it. He has no peace until then. Everything goes by the board: honor, pride, decency, security, happiness -- all to get his book written. If a writer has to rob his mother, he will not hesitate: the "Ode on a Grecian Urn" is worth any number of old ladies."
For me, any stranger, any observation, any overheard conversation, any emotional trigger is fair game when it comes to writing. But I think I draw the line at including or identifying current friends and family. Don't get me wrong, there's enough emotional crap in some of those relationships to fertilize forty acres, but I'm not going to use it, at least not blatantly, if it will in anyway "out" a friend or family member whose only fault is being related to a writer. Of course, talk to me again in a few years and we'll see how I feel then. :)
I'm curious, though, how you all feel about depicting friends or family for the sake of your art. Is your story more important? I think for some it could be, and they might write beautiful masterpieces that need to be told. Memoirs for example. I think it's just one of those things each writer has to weigh for themselves.
Of course, never say never. I have to admit it might fun, just once, to get this reaction to something I've written:





















