The Body Hit the Floor...or not.

I've been writing along on my story. Got over 20,000 words so far. Here's the thing. I can't kill off my victim. She should have hit the morgue 5,000 words ago. Every time I get close, she gets a reprieve. That isn't good in a mystery. I mean where's the mystery if no one ends up dead?

The problem is, I like her. I just can't pull the trigger on her. So here we are, at least three chapters from where she was supposed to hit the floor, still dancing around looking for something to do. It's boring. But I just can't do it.

I tried knocking off that good-for-nothing, two-faced, viper-tongued friend of hers. I didn't care. I was glad to see the sniveling shrew get it. Doesn't make for a good mystery.

This happens all the time. I've got two other half done stories where the intended victims are still walking around listening to their ipods.

I'm getting this uncomfortable deja vu the newest almost victim is going to live forever with the others in the unfinished file in my desk drawer.

Dang, I really thought I could pull the trigger this time.