Poke, poke, poke

Dear Secondary Character in a Maybe Book Some Ways Away Yet,

Wow. You’re in a rather tenuous position.

No, I’m not sure this doesn’t make it your story. Especially if you continue to have more tensions around you than your protagonist does.

Still thinking,


P.S. Would you consider a prologue instead?


Dear Prologue,

You know if I write you there are even odds I’ll have to delete you, right? And you’re okay with that?

Cool. Just so long as we both understand.

Only, don’t tell SCIAMBSWAY yet, okay? It’ll be our little secret.

Characters aren’t the only ones who can keep them, you know.


Poking at something new

Me: Okay, I know something happened here, right where the story begins, something bad. What?
A: I don’t want to talk about it.
K: I can’t talk about it.
L: Why am I always the one who has to talk about it?
Me: Because you can. That’s why you’re a protagonist.
M: I’ll talk about it.
Me: Okay. That would work, too.
M: Well, but not with everyone else here.

And so it goes …

(ETA — E: I’ll talk about it, and spare no concern for any humans who might hear.)