1. Ke11y

    I had to, I really did!

    Lorenzo is dead. I say this with little emotion. Lorenzo is quite dead in fact. I made certain of it this time; killed him off under ten thousand tons of rubble during an earthquake in Panama.

    It was one of the most satisfying chapters I’ve ever written. I did think of having this hero riddled with bullets or throat cut in Hong Kong by a lone Triad assassin. For years this character has led me into the darkest corners of creativity. I believed I would be forever tortured by Lorenzo’s presence in my work. He was a hero.

    Make no mistake; I was very fond of Lorenzo. He had talents I knew I’d never have. He could love a woman after a fashion I might only ever dream of doing. And yet, I was with him as he lay with each of his beautiful heroines and tenderly kissed their loins.

    But finally, I’ve done it. I gave Lorenzo a dying breath, of course, something for the readers to remember him by, then rumble – rumble – and he’s finished. I have to be disciplined now and not resort to one of his many women being pregnant. Oh God, please, no. My last view of Lorenzo seeing his dust matted hair; his shocked eyes open and staring and a stream of blood from his mouth. What pleasure, what joy, what a death!

    Oh No! Why did I do this? I had to – I had to do this. What now?

    With no hero to write about, I can feel my genius stifled. I need a cuff around the ear and taking to the nearest sanatorium. Who will I make love to now? What beautiful ragged woman will want me enough to kill any rival?

    Merely one of my creative dilemmas at this time.

    1. mcullen Post author

      Aw, Kelly. Ya make me laugh. Love your opening line. Poor Kelly. What made me laugh out loud: “I have to be disciplined now and not resort to one of his many women being pregnant.” It made me laugh because one of my favorite things to do as a writer is “what if?” What if one of Lorenzo’s many women was pregnant? What if more than one were pregnant? And they had their babies at the same time in the same hospital. Wait! This is not part of your story. I go too far. Awwwww. . . imagination is a great thing. And I love where your imagination goes. Your last view of Lorenzo is magnificent. And the amazing part is that you could bring him back to life. Let’s say he’s near death. Everyone thinks he’s dead. But then he rises. Well, not rises exactly, probably groans and tries to move. Wait! This is not part of your story. I go too far. And I’m being repetitive. Thanks for posting, Kelly. I just had to make these comments. I really did! Always enjoy your inspirational writing. See where you took me? Off into the Land of Imagination.

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