New Plan
Okay, minions, Auntie Heather's brain is on the verge of exploding, so let's back off that word count for a minor bit. Now that I know how DEVON'S PLAYGROUND ends (and it's a doozy!), I'm going to polish this first half until it shines before continuing forward. And considering that I've got 20,239 words total right now...I'm feeling pretty good about it.
Last night, completely unexpected, Vlad tapped me on the shoulder and whispered in my ear that he'd like to start talking about everything that happened to him in the tenth grade (translation for the newest minions: my favorite vampy protag is hinting I should write the third book in The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, TENTH GRADE BLEEDS). I told him that now wasn't the best time, but he sulked (man, there is nothing worse than a sulking vampire), so I told him that I'll listen, but he'll have to wait until after the winter holidays for me to write any of it down, as after I finish DEVON'S PLAYGROUND, I have plans to return to my work on BEYOND THE LOOKING GLASS.
So, the corner of his mouth rose in a smirk, revealing one perfect white fang, and I caved. Big time. What he had to tell me was so important that I got out of bed this morning and hurried to make a note of it.
Darn it Vlad, leave me alone so I can finish telling Stephen and Devon's story.
And before you say anything, minions, I'm well aware that I'm arguing with somebody that I invented.
Last night, completely unexpected, Vlad tapped me on the shoulder and whispered in my ear that he'd like to start talking about everything that happened to him in the tenth grade (translation for the newest minions: my favorite vampy protag is hinting I should write the third book in The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, TENTH GRADE BLEEDS). I told him that now wasn't the best time, but he sulked (man, there is nothing worse than a sulking vampire), so I told him that I'll listen, but he'll have to wait until after the winter holidays for me to write any of it down, as after I finish DEVON'S PLAYGROUND, I have plans to return to my work on BEYOND THE LOOKING GLASS.
So, the corner of his mouth rose in a smirk, revealing one perfect white fang, and I caved. Big time. What he had to tell me was so important that I got out of bed this morning and hurried to make a note of it.
Darn it Vlad, leave me alone so I can finish telling Stephen and Devon's story.
And before you say anything, minions, I'm well aware that I'm arguing with somebody that I invented.
posted by Heather Brewer at 5:11 AM
5 Comments:
As long as you're aware of it, sweetie...
... and as long as you do NOT start losing them... but then again you all of us to support you :D
Hmm? Ewoh, Auntie Heather's brain is fried. In short, whatchoo talkin bout, Willis? ;)
losing the arguments dear. it's all about losing the arguments with the people in your head... but honestly, the voices made me do it :)
Oh yeah, can't let the voices win...that'd just be crazy ;)
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