July 11, 2014
I have to do it. There is no way around it. I like her. She is a great character, but she has to die to make the story work.
My father’s obituary was a snap. My grandfather’s eulogy was a pleasure. My grandmother dying from the perspective of the ten-year-old boy I was at the time? A cake walk. Writing a police report for a double murder-suicide? All in a day’s work. After Action Report for turning some asshole into a pink cloud of mist? That’s worth putting the video as a screensaver.
Yet, here I am. A guy who has traveled the word doing things OTHER PEOPLE write novels about and knee deep in MY novel having trouble snuffing this bitch. Since I’m killing her off, I might as well break some other hearts doing it to make it worthwhile.
Five hours later
She is not dead, but she is on her way. It is absolute poetry. I am beat and need to sleep.