I knew you once . . .
Sometimes characters slip away. I don't know why it happens. I'm sure, when I wrote this character, I understood him and he served a purpose. But now he is falling flat. His lines are dull, uninteresting, and I have absolutely no idea why he won't talk to me. His time has come. He is either off to the scrap folder (to live until needed--if I ever trust him again) or he has to get his act together and shed the moping puppet routine. There is no time left to be soft. I have thirty days left until I must turn in the book, so he must either pull his weight or go. Ever write a character you remember loving in an early draft, but in subsequent drafts discover he/she just doesn't work in the story anymore?