After a rough day of writing yesterday and considering many things that my writing group (of one) asked me/made me think about, I have decided to remove one of the characters. One of my favorite characters, mind you. Not that it’s a real tragedy–he’ll come back in later on and will have a starring role in both the second and third books. Well…in the third, at least. It’s just sad, because he contributes so much to the opening scenes. He’s funny and cute and charming…
It’s just so hard. I’m really supposed to be letting go of this old character and establishing the new one, and it’s not as easy as it sounds. I want her to still be a badass, but she’s really just a frightened girl trying to figure things out for herself. She needs to be unsure of things at times, even when she knows that she has to put forward this front of knowing it all and self-confidence… Because that’s what she does. That’s her role.
So now, after finally establishing some momentum yesterday, I need to dive back in and rework the whole thing. Get into a Zen meditation and immerse myself or something so that everything’s consistent and flows and is funny. That’s not asking much, is it?