One of the oft quoted anecdotes about the American involvement in Vietnam, was the apparent unwillingness of a lot of soldiers to shoot and kill.
Lots of shots would be fired, but the aim of most was more in the general area than aimed at a specific target.
I’m not going to overuse this analogy, but it is relevant.
I need to kill a loved character.
Yet I cannot.
I skirt the issue, find excuses, avoid the subject; start other projects…
She, like us all, must die, but I cannot pull that metaphorical trigger.
I cannot scribble those necessary words.
I’ve got the whole sorry scenario on my head, but the closer I come, the slower I type, the more I go back pages upon pages and titivate, anything other than kill her.
But she must die.
This is my struggle, but please feel no pity.
A cold heart is needed, a firm resolve required.
In this matter I have neither.
Stay safe – remain sane!