So there I was writing happily along. By gum, I had a series going. Two great protagonists striking up a romance, maybe getting married. That had distinct possibilities for all kinds of side-line conflict. Good chances for collaborating.
Wonderful villain–a dark magician, very skilled, full of wicked tricks–to go up against my two love birds and wreck everything.
When suddenly he turned on me.
“You’re going to do what?”
“Wait.” I picked up my outline and waved it in front of the computer screen. “This is not in the script!”
He paid me no mind. He had the bit in his teeth. He raced ahead.
“You’re not even who I thought you were. Or what I thought you were!”
He didn’t pause to answer. I had to follow. Right into an amazing story, at least I was amazed. It’s all in Beneath the Hallowed Hill. He took over the novel, but then transformed and – POOF — I have no villain. I have to invent a new one.
Ever had this experience when writing? How about when reading or watching a film? Did a favorite character violate your idea of who he or she was? Did one of them up and die without asking your permission first?
I want to hear all about it.