… the story-universe informs its characters that the world is a dark and shadowed place, and demands that they fix it. And the characters are all, “Ummmmm …” Or is
Dear Protagonist and Her Fearless Band of Followers Friends, Wait, what? You want to defeat the giant killer scorpion WITHOUT killing it? No, no. it’s totally doable. I … I
That lovely moment in the story when a phone rings, and you let your character answer it so that both of you can find out who’s on the other end.
Dear Characters Who Stubbornly Refuse to Become Distinct from One Another, Each of you has, like, only a couple distinguishing characteristics. You surely know this. But if we combine you,
Dear Recently Promoted Secondary Character, No, I’m sorry, but you can’t have All the Things. Mad fighting skills: denied. Mad healing skills: denied. We’re going for interesting here, not unrealistic.
So a few weeks ago, I was truly hating this book I’m working on now, and wondering if I ought to just give up and work on something else. I
Dear Book, So there I was, just about ready to give up on you, when you offer me … that. A reason to write you, and a glimmer of what
Dear Book, You are either brilliant or the worst thing I’ve ever written. No, I don’t expect you to tell me which. Not now. Not ever, really. I know how
Dear Book, You promised me you’d be easier than the last book to write. Instead you’ve taken twice as much time and three extra drafts. Explain yourself. Me P.S. Yes,
Dear Short Story Protagonist, This story does not have enough space or scope for you to have a best friend. I’m sorry! I really am. I should have seen it