Letting Go

Last night I decided to drop one of my main characters from my series.

It’s not an easy decision, and frankly I wish I didn’t have to walk that path.

When my best friend of 9 years went her own way, the world we’d built together crashed with her.  An entire family of characters that belonged to her became Taboo, and my character was left an Orphan.  Sure, Farlaquin could have survived happily…  but at my current stage of Life his purpose is no longer necessary.
When a friend mentioned that we outgrow stories, I laughed at the thought.  Until yesterday.

Cutting him is easy.  Why is it so easy?
His existence can fade out of the book, and nobody will ever know who he was.

Rewriting, replotting, and reworking my series has been fun.  I’ve given it a whole new life.  Reading the old books to reap the plot pieces I need has been rewarding– but the new concept looks nothing like the old one.  It will have it’s similarities, but thankfully a great deal more maturity.

One of my characters is asking to go on a Grand adventure.  I just might let him.  In fact, maybe it’s time to let go of the old book and just start over altogether.
The High Prince of Eldegras takes a journey to see the world with his closest of friends.

So many possibilities.
And several hard decisions.

On the bright side, Lasgalad can go, and Celmaruen can have the High Princess.  That sounds like a great deal more fun anyway.

Farlaquin, I loved you deeply.  I’m sorry this has to be the way.  You’ll be back later.  Just not the same.  It’s time you grew to a new potential.  Your story is already coming together in my imagination, and it will be so much greater than it was before.

What’s In A Name?

Pursuits are high these days.
Writing, reading, editing, trying to convince myself I really am a great writer, we all need an editor.

Today I’m really seriously downing myself on those extra twenty baby pounds I need to shake off.  And really, it’s more like 15, but they’re 15 fat and ten muscle…. and we all know how growing muscles plumps out areas that looked flat or thinner before.
Also, I’m trying a natural thyroid supplement.  Hopefully I can kick the insane fatigue and boost my metabolism into torching the fat off.  I’ll let you know in 2 weeks if it’s making a difference.

Meanwhile, I have been arguing near relentlessly with a dear friend, and myself, about changing names in my Fantasy world.  Two of the changes are necessary, and the others I honestly can’t say I’m excited about.
They always say go for a second opinion, so I’m casually asking other people what they think.

You can’t very well sever ties with something you have deeply loved for 16 years, however easy it might be to someone else.  ((For heavensake, his next book is about a land named with five consonents in a row……  two of which are j’s))
It’s like telling one of your beloved teddy bears they can no longer sleep with you, because you don’t like him anymore.  How do you get over that crushing hold the teddy bear has on your heart?  How can you face the others knowing their best friend has been stuffingly wounded?

It’s not that the names I have picked are frightfully awful.  Or even hard to understand.  It’s High Fantasy.  I’m not going to name an Elf David, or Paul, or Greg.  I’m going to name them with something elegant and Fantasy like.  Farelinion, or Elinduil.
I’m not going to name a town Greenville or Masterson, I’m going to name it Frëshcârré.  ((Free-shkhar-rey, trill the r’s a touch))

………I know.  It’s mind boggling.
Leave your opinion in the comments!  I’d love to open the discussion platform.