The First Cut is the Deepest

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.


5 thoughts on “The First Cut is the Deepest

  1. […] The second subplot was accidental.  Neither it nor the new characters were in the outline.  I added them as an afterthought as I wrote the first scene in which they appeared.  As I neared the end of the book, their potential was clear.  These two chicks became real important real fast, and now I will to have to see how they may or may not fit into the second book.  It is like discovering a branch of the family you didn’t know existed a week before Halloween and having to rearrange Thanksgiving and Christmas.  I’m unsure at this point what will become of these girls, but I like them.  I like them as much as the character I had to kill off. […]


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