Day 9: letter to orec and orson

3:45
I hate how I am writing this book.
I want to stick around with my characters and keep them going for the rest of the story. Now I see why people typically stick with 1-3 main characters. I keep falling in love with each and every one of my creations, and knowing I have to put them down and move along is the hardest thing I will ever have to face.
But it must be done this way. It must be.
So I have to write this letter.

DEAR OREC,
I'm sorry, Orec. I picked you up and shook you to your core and brutally defiled you and damaged you beyond repair, and now I must toss you aside so that the story can continue.
Don't worry, poor baby. You and your brother will go start a sheep farm in a pretty meadow. And you will get married to a beautiful lady and have beautiful babies who all have your beautiful eyes, and they will make your life happy again. And Mara will come over to bug you all day. And Yonke will shake his head and drag her off while she yells at you to cut your damn hair and take your wife on lovely outings more often and why-haven't-you-named-one-of-your-kids-mara-yet? and other such things.
I'm sorry for what I did to you. But life will be better for you.
And at least you are not a main character.


DEAR ORSON,
I'm sorry, Orson. I made you face horrific decisions and watch your brother suffer and leave you helpless to do anything for him and curse yourself so cruelly for 'letting it happen'.
You did the right thing. It was a life or death situation. I'm sorry that I had to make you do all those horrible things. Orec forgives you too. He loves you very much you know.
Soon, you both will move past the pain. You will have many adventures, just like you wanted, and get a nice big scar on your arm in an impressive battle with which you can brag to your friends about. Then you and Orec will start a sheep farm. Don't lie, I know that you like sheep. You count them in your sleep. You will also have a hot foreign girl for your wife (probably a southerner like the Maquet, I know you go for exotic types). You will have children as rambunctious as yourself who will give you quite a few gray hairs.
I'm sorry what I did to you. But life will be better for you.
And at least you are not a main character.

I love you, my babies! Have good dreams tonight! When I wake, I write more horror for you, but keep the future in mind. Let that console you in these dark times.

Sincerely,
 your psychotic, evil, demented, horrible author



4:02
In other news, I hit 10k today. Mucho proud, and sleepy. Yes.... sleep.... the bed calls to me.... sleep...