100 Themes, 100 Words, 100 Days.
This is a challenge brought upon to me by a dear friend over at deviant art.
It seems like whenever I write Castle, it's dark. Huh. Still don't own it from the last time I wrote a entry about it though.
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8. Novel [Castle]
Richard Castle is a writer. He makes novels that lots of people love and want. That they say more more more for.
But now he has hit the beast that all authors dread... Writers block.
He scrunched up his face, and put his head in his hands.
Alexis walked in and shook her head.
"Dad. You've been at this for hours. Maybe you should go out with the guys? I know Esposito called earlier to ask you if you wanted to hang out with him and Detective Ryan at the bar tonight." Alexis put her hand on Castle's shoulder, and looked him in the eye. "Come on, out of the den."
Castle frowned, "But-"
"No buts." Alexis held out her hand for his, and Castle sighed and took it. She dragged him out to the kitchen and sat him down at the island table.
Then she turned around and started making him some food.
He rubbed his hands on the surface of the counter, and sighed heavily.
"I'm stuck." He folded his arms and rested his head on it. Alexis made an noise to urge him on to continue. "It's this scene. I remember it all in my head... But I can't write the scene. It's just... I don't know. I can't write the rest of the book without this scene."
He scrubbed his face with his hands again. "I don't know what's the problem!"
Alexis served him lunch and looked at him.
"Maybe because it's too personal?"
Castle quirked an eyebrow, "personal?"
"Each of these stories about Nikki Heat are based on adventures with Kate right? So have you ever thought that the more private, more secret parts of your investigations, where Kate tells you about her past... Something she doesn't do with many people... well... Too personal to share with the millions of people who read your books?"
Castle frowned, eyebrows knitting together, "But Nikki isn't Beckett. She's based on Beckett yes, but not her."
"But she's still based on Beckett. Maybe this scene is just to... Oh what's the word... intimate? Just too intimate to translate into Nikki Heat."
Castle shook his head, eating the last of his sandwich, and kissed his daughter on the head. "You've always been too smart for you're own good. Thanks."
He walked back into his den, giving a small wave at Alexis' shout, and thought hard.
Maybe this novel, it'll be something different than the rest.
