Drabbles and the Like
Even though I really, REALLY shouldn't be thinking about my finished novel at the moment *still anticipating chance to edit*, I've come to question my own sanity due to a drabble I finished a few minutes ago.
I already know I'm a fairly twisted girl. Due to my sense of humor, I've already given my school enough reasons to consider sending me to counseling. Not that I have been to counseling, though. They've just considered it.
Anyway, early this morning I wrote a short drabble on why my character Lucius didn't like potatoes. Yes, potatoes. And somehow he equated potatoes with war, and as he didn't like war, found potatoes to be horrid.
It's either I'm insane, tired, or Lucius is just being his off-kilter self as usual. More than likely the latter.
And my side hurts like the Dickens. Crap.
I already know I'm a fairly twisted girl. Due to my sense of humor, I've already given my school enough reasons to consider sending me to counseling. Not that I have been to counseling, though. They've just considered it.
Anyway, early this morning I wrote a short drabble on why my character Lucius didn't like potatoes. Yes, potatoes. And somehow he equated potatoes with war, and as he didn't like war, found potatoes to be horrid.
It's either I'm insane, tired, or Lucius is just being his off-kilter self as usual. More than likely the latter.
And my side hurts like the Dickens. Crap.