It’s a tragedy. Seriously. I have to write one. For a character that I’ve grown to love. The character has to die. I created someone, gave him an identity, a personality – and now I have to kill him off. I tweeted about it a while ago, and I’m still dragging my feet, looking for any way to save him. He could have been a hero, but he has to die – in a brutal and shocking way. Otherwise, there isn’t a big enough catalyst for the rest of the book.
I’ve never written a tragedy. Quite honestly, with only one novel done, there’s a lot I haven’t written. ROFCOL… Tragedies make me cry. Good thing I’m not using paper and ink – I’m having a hard enough time keeping the keyboard dry.
Everybody knows that a tragedy affects every character and changes the course of events. After it happens, no one goes on their merry way. So for the tragedy to be a believable read, it has to have been so written. Therein lies my problem. I don’t like to dwell on sadness and grief so I want to jot it down and keep going. But I can’t. I have to honor the character and readers by exploring every consequence of the character’s death.
Sigh… Better make a Kleenex run.