Hey, don’t I know you?
Wait. Give me a second. I know we’ve met somewhere before. I can feel it. You’re so familiar, it’s on the tip of my tongue. In fact, wait–yes! I know where I know you from!
You were in my last book!
And here you are again, in my new story! How about that! I mean, what are the odds, right? Oh yeah, it’s great to see you. No, I mean it! It’s really, really…Well, no. Actually, I have to be honest. I think you should go.
Now don’t get me wrong, I loved loved loved spending time with you in my last novel. We had a blast, didn’t we? And that character arc you experienced, well, that was the best. Really.
But I’m moving on. And I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but I have to try someone new now. A hero with blond hair, maybe? Who has a tattoo? Oh, and he could smoke. You detested smokers–yeah, I remember that–but this isn’t you I’m writing now. This is him. And he smokes. Maybe. I’m not sure. All I’m saying is he could. And I need to be okay with that. Okay?
And yes I know that you were the kind of guy I love to write about, my ultimate guy, the kind of guy I could put in a story and bring home to mom to read, but there are other guys out there. Other guys I want to get to know, other guys I want my readers to get to know.
So I’m not saying we can’t stay in touch.
I’m just saying maybe we should, you know, write other people.