All Things Must Die

Good morning, Readers.

Today in the Magic Thermos (TM), Jack Harkness coffee from JenEric Designs. Also, some of their cinnamon coffee, the exact name of which I can't remember, to make up the difference.  It is really good coffee, guys.

But onto a more serious topic.

Yesterday, a character died.  I'm not going to tell you who or why or how, just that he was a wonderful person, and it made me incredibly sad.  There are unconfirmed reports that I cried.

I totally cried.

It's always really awkward when a character's death hits at work and I'm just sitting at my desk fighting tears for a whole afternoon...  Despite my cackles of glee on social media, I actually really hate writing character deaths - unless that character is a right shit.  Then writing the death is so much fun and there is much gleeful cackling.

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I wrote three thousand words yesterday, putting me ahead of my target by a thousand.  Not bad.  Actually, quite good.  However, it was three thousand words of goodbyes and sadness and death.  It was not a happy three thousand words, and I find it difficult to celebrate that achievement.

I know this must seem weird to those who do not write, or those readers who do not get involved in a story at any profound level.  He was just a fictional character after all.  It's true.  He was just a fictional character, but he had lived in my head for a while; since I first conceived the story in January.  And as I was mulling this tale over, he grew in my esteem.  It was very much like meeting someone face to face and then, over subsequent meetings, coming to deeply respect and love that person.  The process was the same.

I met him, and thought him slightly distant.  But as I got to know him, I found him warm, loving, kind and gentle as well as stalwart, proud, noble and honourable.

And now dead.

If this book was to be turned into a movie, he'd be played by Sean Bean.

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Heh heh heh.

Sorry, not sorry.

I'm still a little sad today.  It's not going to get much better, I'm afraid.  Today I write the end of a golden age of an entire people, directly due to yesterday's death.  Ugh!  This story is miserable!  Thank goodness it has a quasi-happy ending!

I don't think it will take my daily target of two thousand words to write this next bit, so I will probably be able to focus back on the main character again and her misery until the end of the book...

Anyway, I was very sad yesterday.  Teaching Introduction to Self-Defence improved my mood, though.  It was a good class with many laughs.  I have a good bunch of students.

Today will also be sad, though not enough to produce tears... I hope.  First, however, Welsh lessons!  I should be getting on with them.

Hope you all have an awesome day.

Ciao!