Seriously. I'm not going to blog much tonight. I'm too busy crying, writing one of the last scenes in my new novel where I have to kill somebody. And it's horrible.
No, it's not gory. I'm not writing another thriller. There's no knife or gun involved. Just me being mean to my fictional characters.
I doubt what I'm writing tonight will stand the test of tomorrow. Way too dramatic and cheesy. But it's making me cry, so I guess that's a good foundation for something good in the future, after a few rounds of editing and de-cheesing. Maybe I'll make other people cry, too. I guess that would be a positive thing. Something to strive for.
But I won't get ahead of myself. Back to writing I go.