I just killed my first major character, and I have to say that I’m glad he’s dead. I’m going to have to go back and flesh him out some later, but he was one sick puppy who deserved what he got. He turned out a lot sicker than I initially imagined, so offing him was a lot easier than I had imagined. That makes me feel like I cheated — it’s easy to kill a character you don’t like because who’s going to miss him other than you?
Heck, I’m not even going to miss him, really!
The writing is going fairly well, despite that. I think I have a good shot at finishing 50,000 words by the 30th, especially if I can bang out another couple thousand words tonight and tomorrow to make up for the days I won’t be able to write this week with Thanksgiving.
That is made considerably more difficult by the kitten currently grooming my face and chewing on my lips and nose. He keeps smearing the heck out of my glasses, too, which makes it beyond difficult to see well enough to type. I love my kitties, but they do make writing a chore sometimes.
Like now. One is curled up on my lap, purring like a fiend and making it difficult to type. The other is flaying my knee in an effort to destroy the power cable to the laptop because it’s a string. Oh, no, now he’s perched across my shoulder and onto the arm of the couch. I’m stuck for the time being.
I’m glad to have the turdbuckets healthy, but they are a handful sometimes.