|The closest resemblance I've found that Kell (my Hero from Broken Glass King) agrees looks like himself.|
Today, I really don't feel like writing. It's probably just me, but then I'm thinking, and I'm trying to write YOUR story, and it's just a complete fail. Maybe you're not really alive, maybe you've died in my mind. Maybe I left you alone for a couple weeks and you faded from reality into myth. You were just coming out of your shell. You were just taking those steps off the page and into my heart but something's slammed the lid on that and you are just a person sitting around in my head. So tell me- why are you special, Kell Thurton? Why shouldn't I just scrap your story and toss you into the folder of failed projects and forgotten people? What about you can make me pry the lid back open and bring you again off the page and into something real. You're so complex, aren't you. Elusive but honest. Hiding but trying to escape your own little spinning head. You want to be known but you just don't know how to express yourself. You're half frightened to do it too. You want to open yourself up but it hurts and you don't know the right way to go about it without tearing apart your own soul. Or the souls of others. You're fighting in the war, but--
--Oh. Fighting the war?
Is that what you need to do, Kell?
Leap back onto the page as a fighter, as someone who is on the front lines of the war?
Is that what I was missing about you? I suppose I did create you to be a kind of diplomat, a keep-your-hands-clean leader who sat behind a desk and made tough decisions. But that way, you don't see the little girl dying in her father's arms. You don't pick up a sword and choose if you're going to run it through a man just like you. You're too plastic that way, too far away from the conflict. Maybe that was part of the missing piece of you.
Come out of your box, Kell. I promise I'm throwing away the key- and I'll stop pre-deciding what kind of person you're going to be. I'll follow you onto the battlefield and I'll write YOUR story. Not my idea of what you as a puppet ought to do.
Love from your writer,