Why I write

I just learned a few minutes ago, that the reason I write is my characters. I’ve just finished defining, creating one of my key characters, who I KNOW I’M GOING TO KILL!

I am truly, really sad.

Five days ago, he barely existed; but now, he is a real, breathing person. And I’m going to kill him. It seems too cruel.

At the same time, I have created another character who I really like; but, at this point, there is no future for her. She was created to help define my guy (the doomed guy!), but now I feel that she has to have a future. Which would necessitate a major change to the story.

And it’s midnight – time for bed and to think about it.

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