Fuck. I lost a character, and I can’t find him.
Fuck. I lost a character, and I can’t find him. It feels like I’ve lost a friend, or at least someone I wanted very badly to know.
Here’s the dish – I came up with a scenario for a story that grew into a rough plot, but needed a window into same – a starting place for its soul. Brilliant flash of mental lightening and this guy sprung, partially fledged, from my forehead.
Did I write it down? Could’a sworn I did somewhere, but can’t find it. Shit on a stick. Of course, telling myself that the story and character were so right for each other, the imagery so vivid, that there was no fucking way I could possibly lose this one. And of course, the second I start doing research and get into the technical aspects of nuclear payloads and fallout, etc., my character is off on a jaunt with goddess knows who. It’s like he was sucked whole out of my brain – there’s a wiped-clean spot where he used to be. Hmm… has my little writer demon buddy been sneaking in the back door again? Bastard.