Lyin' Through My Teeth
So, last post when I was like, that's it no more Mac or any other character like that? Lying, lying, lying, I haven't stopped writing Mac in the last few days, having several threads with him at once going, due to this lovely thing called backstory and omg is my kingpin a broken little kitten. I mean, when he's 31, he hides this so well, but at 16, 20, and 24? Not so well.
Also, going to skin him *alive* when at 20, he took one look at a another character and went, "Oh, I fell in love with him a little right there." You *what?" Turn to 31 year old Mac, who informs me by that point he's mostly over it. Mostly apparently being the keyword, as I reread the thread with them in 1925. "I thought you said you were over it?" "I was lyin' through my teeth." ... Just great, really, just great. He absolutely refuses to act on it, which I guess is good? But seriously, seriously. I get enough problems without my characters randomly giving me heart attacks like that. Came out of freaking *nowhere* too. >.>
In none my-characters-are-driving-me-crazy-and-I-will-kill-them-all-except-not-cause-my-goal-is-to-actually-keep-some-of-these-guys-alive-in-the-freaking-mob news, turned in one of my two papers. Woo hoo! One left and then I go can home and cuddle the hell out of some of my cats. >:D Annnd I get to see people! Huzzah! As in none college people, but people from California and Flordia. Huzzah! ... I swear, three of my good friends are going down to school in CA. Sigh...
Also, going to skin him *alive* when at 20, he took one look at a another character and went, "Oh, I fell in love with him a little right there." You *what?" Turn to 31 year old Mac, who informs me by that point he's mostly over it. Mostly apparently being the keyword, as I reread the thread with them in 1925. "I thought you said you were over it?" "I was lyin' through my teeth." ... Just great, really, just great. He absolutely refuses to act on it, which I guess is good? But seriously, seriously. I get enough problems without my characters randomly giving me heart attacks like that. Came out of freaking *nowhere* too. >.>
In none my-characters-are-driving-me-crazy-and-I-will-kill-them-all-except-not-cause-my-goal-is-to-actually-keep-some-of-these-guys-alive-in-the-freaking-mob news, turned in one of my two papers. Woo hoo! One left and then I go can home and cuddle the hell out of some of my cats. >:D Annnd I get to see people! Huzzah! As in none college people, but people from California and Flordia. Huzzah! ... I swear, three of my good friends are going down to school in CA. Sigh...