For a recent writing class, our assignment was to interview the protagonist of one of our stories. I turned the tables, though, and had the characters interview (more like gang up on) me. These characters were from the first book of a sci/fi trilogy I was writing. I finished book one, but I failed to write books two and three. Needless s to say the characters were not happy. The interview went something like this:
“I simply cannot believe, Author, that you would just leave us there, for YEARS without a by your leave. Do you even remember the last line you wrote about us?” asks Alex Tanner (a political leader).
“Well, not exactly”, the Author replies, chastened by his tone.
“ALAN (an artificial intelligence), if you please, recite the last lines of the Terran Confederation Chronicles: Book One: The Chencin Encounter.”
“You named the book after us? “Prime Y’ Abu interrupts, his waving tentacles signifying pleasure.
“Don’t get too excited, Y’Abu,” Matt McNeil (the protagonist) says, blowing dust off the manuscript’s cover. “You are on the cover of a very heavy paperweight unless the Author here finishes this trilogy! ALAN?”
ALAN clears his throat as if he had one. “…and to anyone observing from within the confines of the Sol system, a tiny pinprick of light far out on the solar system‘s edge, blinked momentarily, and disappeared…”
“You must admit, Author,” that it is most unfair to leave us like that, never knowing our fate,” Alex Tanner says, disapproval in his voice.
“Okay, Okay. I see your point. What do you propose?”
“Your writing teacher says a page a day …” ALAN replies.
“Oh, so now you are reading my ed2go lessons. “
“We apparently have nothing else to do,” Matt says, sarcasm dripping from his words.
ALAN continues “365 pages by the end of the year. Book II complete.”
“All right, we’ll give it a try, but this time, I’m the writer.”