We are gathered here today to say goodbye. To say farewell to someone who had a big role in my life lately. Sadly, I need to announce the sudden demise of my novel’s main male character. He was a good guy, really, he was, but unfortunately…I just didn’t like him!
I know, that seems weird, because, hello, I’m the one who created him. But no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t warm up to the man. He was based on a very brief interaction I had with this random guy and from that small, short moment, a whole character with a set personality was created. And, well, that personality was just plain annoying. He was uptight and very straight-laced, and just not someone I’m gonna fall in love with, okay? You probably wouldn’t fall in love with him, either. Unless you like uptight and very straight-laced. In that case, good news! He’s available now.
As I wrote, I kept thinking that I’d be able to mold him a bit, but he just stayed his same stuffy self. I will completely admit that this may have just been my inexperience as a novelist and that I need to improve my character-creating skills. But whatever the explanation, he just wouldn’t cooperate and I couldn’t see him differently than I first imagined him.
So he’s dead now. Let that be a lesson to all future uncooperative characters.
Now I’m trying to figure out how to work a different male lead into my really cute opening scene, since that scene is where I first imagined him, but I realize it may have to go. I hope not, but it could end up being one of those “kill your darlings” situations here. Which would be a bummer, cause I love that scene! Someone else is just going to have to work.
Speaking of someone else, I’m also currently taking auditions for a new main character. Or I might steal a male lead from another novel that I have in mind. My poor female lead, who knows who she’s gonna end up with now? But I bet she’s darn glad that she’s not with that Mr. Stuffy McStraight-Laced anymore. Or that I haven’t killed her off. Because I could if I wanted. I could.
Hmmm. I think the power may be going to my head. I’ll try to stop killing people, but I can’t make any promises.