Dear Chapter 2,
I have lived with you for a couple of months now. You have haunted my dreams (nightmares, really) and kept me up at night. I basically HATE You!
I think it was somewhere around the writing of Chapter 15 that I started to realize you may not “fit.” But I kept writing… I continued to force myself to ignore your presence until I typed “The End” at the completion of my first draft. I told myself that I would take care of you then.
But by Chapter 20, I knew I couldn’t do it. You have now been rewritten 3 times… and I still cannot stand you!
What is your problem???
It’s as if you don’t even know what story you’re in! There’s that chick who is obviously not gonna show up ANYWHERE else in the entire novel. And the conversation at the beginning is pretty much pointless.
So WHY do you exist?
Yes, we could argue that I am the one who wrote you into existence. However, after reading you again today I find that very hard to believe. I mean, seriously… I’m no Hemingway, but I’m definitely not that bad.
And so, with this letter I bid you a very happy farewell. I’m going to summon my inner cyberman and delete you now.
Thanks for your understanding,