Forever is for Dreamers
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A curious meeting between such a mass butcher and myself presented an opportunity wreathed in delightful danger.

For NaNoWriMo2021 - Day 14: Marrying a Murderer

Forever is for Dreamers

How a man bound to a wheelchair could cause such mass death remains a direct example of nature's absurdity.

He's evil, no doubt. Nobody with good intentions wears sunglasses inside.

A curious meeting between such a mass butcher and myself presented an opportunity wreathed in delightful danger.

Foolhardiness such as this is the usual cure for my seasonal writer's block and I've learned my way around character analysis, especially aided by the magic of whiskey.

A good character, even if they're evil, has some kind of conflict, which is a trait I lack now that I've newly found love in the warm bosom of my Goldie.

The man was snippy despite being a double amputee.

The height lost by the wheelchair was gained a hundred fold by mere reputation and his mad scientist demeanor.

The strange man searching obsessively for his lost wife seems to be cliche, sure, but subversion isn't always a good thing.

There was no attempt made to cover up his profession as an inventor of government sponsored death machines.

There was no attempt made to cover up his profession as an inventor of government sponsored death machines. {He made a point of talking about it constantly}.

In him, I found a man whose search for his wife was tied to a thirst for validation and power.

Conflict should be deeper than a mere search for a MacGuffin.

Conflict should be deeper than a mere search for a MacGuffin. What does the MacGuffin symbolize?

Conflict should be deeper than a mere search for a MacGuffin. What does the MacGuffin symbolize? How does it relate back to the themes of my story?

My mad scientist searched not for a woman but for the reclamation of his shredded pride.

Seeing her as an extension of that pride and power could be the closest he had ever come to loving someone.

That's certainly why he searched so fervently despite the limitations of his wheelchair.

He did not say this, of course.

To me, he asserted that he really didn't care about her or anything else.

He wasn't lying. He didn't care about her.

He wasn't lying. He didn't care about her. He cared that she left him.

Here the writer stands at a crossroads as to what to do with this mad scientist character. Should he find his wife or should he keep looking?

If he finds her, what does he find? Is she in someone else's protective arms?

How does this murderous character react to such a violent blow to his self worth?

This man who killed millions armed only with a drafting pencil and calculus now must be the one to pull the trigger.

Could he do it?

Perhaps he doesn't give in to jealousy and his inflated ego brushes the embarrassment off as his wife's flaw more so than his.

She'd become a permanent villain in his imagined life story but his vengeance would not exceed the pages of a tell-all memoir.

My Goldie wanted a happy ending to this story.

Happy endings are a bit too common in fiction, despite reality being a constant evolution of happy endings into sad consequences morphing back into happy endings and so on.

My own creative choice was to send this mad scientist rambling off in the wrong direction, drunkenly steering his wheelchair out into the least walkable town this side of the state.

I know for certain that he never found his wife...

but I also imagine that he's still looking -

wheelchair struggling down dirt roads strung to the tune of his pride's slow and miserable death

...brought on by his own hand.

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