Day 8 of 2021, and I am not on plan. The very first goal? Write every day at
7pm. I believe I wrote twice at or around 7pm and committed to the full 30
minutes. The other 7pm’s in the week fell at the wrong time. I mean, yeah, it
was 7pm eastern standard time, but in my head, it was laundry, dinner,
dishwasher, anything but writing time. One could say I avoided writing. Why? Well,
the why is part of the problem.
Most of the non-writing time was spent trying to understand my MC’s choice
to accept the path to the dark side. I mean… why? What was to gain for her to
be so willing to let so many die? How do I get it out of her or out of someone
close to her? She has no one close to her. No friends. No family. The only
people who know are the MC, the one who made the deal, and a lackey.
After talking aloud in the shower, in the car, and brainstorming, I narrowed
the reason down to something personal to her. Something physical about her.
Something she was desperate to be rid of. My initial thought was loss of hearing
or sight. Maybe inability to walk or full paralysis. For me, the issue with
using these is people live with these altered senses, altered abilities. They
thrive with them. They live happy and fulfilled lives. It just doesn’t feel
right. Too easy.
I think a better option would be a disease that has ravaged her body. As she
has no family to care for her, she is in a resident nursing home with little
ability to object to their idea of a plan of care. And, just like that. I think
I have it. Hereditary. Incurable. Unstoppable progression. There is no way to
escape an early death. Except the deal.
However, in choosing such a horrible life for my MC, there is no way out.
Even if she were smart enough, cunning enough, or quick enough to outwit the
dealer, she would need to do it in a way that allows her to keep the positives
of the deal (living) while losing the negatives (killing).
And now…. I write.




