~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We All Know that I'm a Fruitcake

I've done something I shouldn't have ever done; but did. I became too involved in the screen play I am writing. See, I modeled the main character after myself, and the rest of the characters how I wish some people in my life were, which was never a problem, until now. Because of the conflict, I have to kill off one of the characters. I've known this for a long time, but it hit me today. I'm still about 40-odd pages from where I need to kill the character off at, but still it kills me.

This is so sad, but when I'm having a bad day and need a happy place, I think about that screen play. I think about the happy times the characters are involved in, and how happy they are... and then I'm going to have to wham them up along side the head with this death. A death that I don't even want to occur because the character is kind, caring, and exuberant... someone I've grown to love...

I'm beginning to feel more and more like Virginia Wolfe each day.