So, you're writing this really great story,
at least, you think it's great.
And it's magnificent and sparkly
And then you realize....
Someone has to die.
or, be dead.
And usually you research names, you think and sort and trial what might be good.
But this time, you just pluck a perfectly good, normal name out of the back of your head.
You write the character, and immediately kill them
And you go on with your story. Never thinking much about that poor dead character.
And you publish your book, your friends and family and co-workers read it.
And all is good.
Then, one day you wake up to a message that says:
"You killed Jim Waters?!"
Things were a little awkward, mostly because I felt like an ass.
Now, Jim's a pretty cool guy,
he can solder and shit,
keep that in mind for when the apocalypse hits,
and you need something soldered.
I'm sorry I killed you Jim.
Maybe I can redeem myself and bring you back from the dead in another book...