A Word of Encouragement from Your Protagonist

Dear Author,

When I first met you, I wondered about you. Could you write my story? How would you do it? Would you smoothly glide scene to scene, like a professional cameraman? Or would you look at the world from my eyes, experiencing every ounce of pain and pleasure as your own? Could you really turn a pattern of letters into me, a person? Maybe I'm the protagonist of your first novel or maybe you've done this before and I'm just the most annoying person you've ever met. Either way, I heard you were struggling and I'm here to give you a wake-up call.

You might be struggling with structure or spelling, but remember that my side isn't all sunshine and daisies either. Sure you're busy wrestling grammar and creating the next hurdle I have to overcome, but I'm the one who has to fight each dragon, who has to wade through each mosquito-infested swamp, who has to choose to tell which love interest that it just can't work. And to leave me and the other characters in those situations is a cruel thing to do. Just like you, all I want is a happy ending. Let me work for it.

I'm willing to discuss future options for the story and I wouldn't mind if you set me aside for a few days to research and rest, but only as long as you remember me and finish my story as best you can.

I thank you for letting me tell my story. Please give me the ending I deserve.

With much love,
Your Protagonist(s)

Dear author,
write that story and stop pushing me from cliffs.
With live,
Joe

Dear Writer,

This is how the world ends, not with a whimper -- but a bang! Don't you remember the poem? Well, you put it into the story, credo di si, so I know it well. It's given me a lot of tranquility when there was none out in the world, and if I can continue to pray the poem, as they say, I think you can follow my story until we come to where it does end. Beginning or ending anything in a whimper seems inaccurate, doesn't it? The universe was made out of intention, and it grows with attention; and you do not need to be in a perfect state of omniscience to follow. All my life is about listening, and following. Stories are the same, I think; and poems; and prayers.
There's something here that began with a passion and purpose and you've got that bang to push you on and meet you at the end. You know how I tell Aleda to recall...?
Recall. And I don't think the poet meant a bang like a gunshot, vero? I think he meant a bang like a cracker at Christmas.

Best,

Paolo Ferucci, OMV (not exactly the protagonist, but one of the cast)