Day 160 of 365:
At the moment, as far as I am concerned, truer words have never been spoken when it comes to writing:
I have just spent the past five days killing one of my Darlings. Over and over and over again.
No, I haven’t taken to murder, not in the real world anyway….
I think I am becoming far too emotionally attached to my characters – is it normal to feel so much remorse over the writing of their death that it sends you plunging into despair?
I get it that writers have to write their stories as they need to be told. I understand fully that it’s not all rainbows and lollipops, love and happy endings.
It’s just that, when I come to the realization that certain people I’ve created have a time bomb attached to them, that their place in the world I have conceived will draw to an abrupt, poignant end, it tears me up a little. Especially when they don’t really deserve to die, not by any fault of their own, other than the fact that their death helps greater good (the plot) move along and provides motivation for the other characters to unfold and do what ever it is they need to do.
It’s tough, all of these emotional trappings, and I really feel like I am getting stuck. I’m learning though, with each twist and turn as I create them, that I can do this. That the pieces of the puzzle that is this story are falling neatly into place, and a clear picture of my vision is starting to take shape…. and you know what? It makes sense.
So I am sorry, my Darlings, that some of you will die. But thank you, for what it’s worth. And know that you have given me more than even I thought possible.