“Death never comes at the right time, despite what mortals believe. Death always comes like a thief.”
As writers, we all kill off characters at one point or another and in many cases we take great pleasure in it.
A week or so ago I had a really crappy day and needed to take it out on someone. So I decided to kill off one of my main characters. At the time, I was quite thrilled about it and ready to go. I started planning the circumstances, getting his affairs in order—because he had some significant plot details that were still forthcoming—and etcetera. But as the time has passed and I still haven’t killed him off, I’ve become more and more reluctant to do so. He’s a good guy and he had good things going for him, it just seems wrong to kill him off, him in particular, just because I had a bad day. At the same time, while I’ve been planning the events leading up to it, I’ve also been considering the outcome, and as I’ve developed these outcomes and looked at the way the story must go from that point, the more and more necessary this particular death seems to be in order to push the story in the direction it needs to go.
So, here I am, I have a crucial plot point that came about on a whim and I am increasingly reluctant and heartbroken at the thought of carrying it out, all the while, it has become the major turning point for my MC, the final straw that pushes him into a place he was always destined to go, no matter how reluctant he has always been.
It’s really hard to be a writer.