Killing off one’s babies sucks

I’ve leveled an entire city. I’ve destroyed a close-knit families, and I’ve even killed a character who I loved. She spoke to me once and said, “I don’t like him (Rukh).” She changed the entire trajectory of The Castes and the OutCastes and became a far more important character than I intended.
But nothing has left me as depressed as the death that I just wrote. I’d already outlined it, and even that stage it left me unhappy. I felt sick about it, but writing the actual scene . . . I got closer and closer to the moment when the character died, and I had to stop and go do something else. I eventually managed to write the words, but I’m still sad about it. I guess (I hope) that’s good writing.

Where things stand

So much writing going on. I’m about four scenes from the end of William Wilde and the Unusual Suspects, book 3 of The Chronicles of William Wilde. Just finished a long setpiece fight scene with Rukh and Jessira. They progressively have a larger role in each book. Aia’s running around some village called Sand. She’ll probably show up some time soon.