In A Killing Mood

I woke up in a really bad mood yesterday and decided I was going to kill off Gilbert Osmond in my sequel to "The Portrait of a Lady." It’s not that I have so much against him, it was just something to do. I thought if I got rid of him all the women--Isabel, Pansy, Madame Merle, Countess Gemini--could be free of his burdensome presence and have some fun in Palazzo Roccanera. I sat down to begin writing and decided I might need this character for conflict. Too bad. I was really looking forward to writing about an accident I’d conjured up for him. I’ll save this passage for possible later use. Instead I killed off Caspar Goodwood who wasn’t much a part of anything and I was sick of him popping up in HJ's novel, stalking Isabel and refusing to take no for an answer. He adds nothing to her story; just a rejected suitor from her youth who won’t move on. I was hoping I could have him go down with the Titanic but we’re still in the 19th century so that wouldn’t work. I won’t say how I killed him off, I’ll keep it a mystery so I don’t give away the story, such as it is, with no real plot I’m set on. But I keep writing...