Literary murder – again.
I’m in the death throes of Kongomato 3, the final edition of my monster trilogy. And with less than sixty-ish pages to go I realised with shock, that I had to kill someone off.
Now anyone who reads my books, and I know there are some because every hundred years or so I get a pitiful cheque from Amazon, will know that I have no problem in bumping people in the most gruesome and hideous ways imaginable. Well, after all that’s what horror novels are for.
This time I realised that it was one of my characters. You know when you write a character, grow him/her, decide their flaws, weaknesses, strengths, likes and dislikes to the point where they almost seem real? Well I did that with this character, only to realise two hundred and eighty pages in that’s he’s completely redundant. I dreaded it, bumping him him off, that is, and replacing his with a pre-existing character. This sounds a little complicated but if anyone reads number three it should be seamless.
Simply doing a global find and replace was easy enough but I can’t get over the dread feeling that I’ve done something bad and that he’s sobbing quietly in literary hell.