Last August This conversation took place via twitter.
"Feel a bit like a mad god today. I just eliminated a character from my WIP as if he never existed.
I simply asked, "Did he go gentle in the night? Or did you drop a piano on him? Your tweet is the first line of a short story.
I took the big cosmic eraser to him. None of the other characters are any the wiser :)"
This exchange made me think of "Eye In The Sky" The Alan Parsons Project. It stayed with me for a few days until I sat down and wrote it out. You really should listen to the song as you read it. ;) So without further ado -
The mad god must be angry. Let me explain, becoming a character in the mad god's universe is our ultimate goal. We are nameless, faceless, waiting for the mad god to call us to action. Our mad god has no rhyme or reason that we can see. He just calls us out, a few at a time, as he needs us.
What we become is up to him. So many have gone before me, and so many more wait for their turn. It's interesting really how we just wait here in this void. But that is not what this is all about.
This is about the one that came back. I'll call him Character X because like all of us he has no name, or if he received one, he won't tell us. Character X won't talk to any of us about what happened. It's really very peculiar, we're all unsure of what it means. This has never happened before.
Character X had left months before when the last call to action came. Character X had been chosen with a few others, and as usual they had left to great fanfare, knowing they would live forever in the mad god's creation. It is a great honor to be called into service. I only know that I want to be chosen as much as everyone else.
It all began on a regular Tuesday afternoon. We could hear the quiet scraping of the pencil on the paper. The mad god was in edit mode. He was molding and shaping his labor into something only he could see. I'm sure somewhere, somehow it served a purpose, but I couldn't know what that purpose was, outside of wanting to be a part of it.
The scratching came to a halt and we heard a deep sigh. The mad god was contemplating. His mood permeated our existential plane like a dense fog. It hung in the air almost as if he had written it into being. This too was new. A sound began, one that was unfamiliar. It sounded like soft rubbing.
The mad god continued with whatever strange event he was wrapped up in. The sound grew in volume, until with a crazy whoosh of the mad god's breath the fog slowly disappeared.
In its place stood Character X. He looked around at all of us with the saddest expression that I've ever seen. He said, "I've been erased." That was it. Since that moment Character X hasn't spoken a word to anyone. The mad god hasn't felt the need to explain what this "erased" is all about. All we know is Character X came back from creation. The first one...