Every now and then, there’s a chapter that is painful to write. Gio and Beatrice’s argument under the oak trees in This Same Earth was one. Her break-up with Mano was another. Ava’s chapters at the end of THE SCRIBE put me in a bad mood for days. As much as it hurts to read angst, writing it is also really, genuinely painful.
I can’t explain why, because these are pretend people, right? Their pain is not real. And yet, it is. For the time that they live in your mind and your heart, they’re real. And their pain is yours. Partly because, as the writer, you’re the one causing it. But some things have to happen exactly the way they happen.
With that in mind, here’s the third morning in Ted and Alex’s story.