I shared the other day that sometimes the characters in my stories spring fully developed into my mind, and sometimes they develop.
There is a character in my stories that is going to go through some difficult times in the next book in the Bayou Beni series. I hate that she is going to go through such a traumatic event, but life includes trauma.
The trauma will change her, and her family. She will go through a very dark time. She will need tremendous support from her family, and she will get it.
This is the strangest thing about writing stories. I don't want my characters to suffer, but if my stories are true to life, they have to.
I will create an environment and a support system like I wish for everyone who suffers a traumatic event. I can do that.
I can have the character grow and change in a positive way as a result of the trauma she suffers.
Writing fiction is harder than I thought it would be.
If I could do all puppies, and kittens, and butterflies and rainbows, I would.
But them my stories wouldn't be real and relatable. It is like seeing my child suffer, this character I have created. And we all know how that feels.
I often wish I could fix things for the people I love in real life. It is a strange irony that I can't even protect my imaginary characters without making my stories too unbelievable.
Bottom line - life is hard and bad things happen. The best I can do both in life and in fiction is to be as helpful and supportive as I can be for recovery.
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