the creative process
So I'm writing the revised edition of how Krys got out of the nuthouse at work. Basically a couple of guys from the Psychic Friends agency for the protection of psi-powered individual was giving SidEast a review and one of them went "What's up with the berzerk empath?"
The gentleman who says this is Joseph Hughes, a sort of psychic dowsing rod. If your brain lets you do goofy things, he's gonna know it. Tagging along is his handler, whose first name I can't recall but it was fairly banal. Last name of Lynne. He's "good cop" to Hughes' "kinda creepy cop."
Anyway, they need to get approval from Krys' benefactor before they can perform a psychic intervention and both guys are shocked to discover that, well, Randy is his go-to rich fella. Which gives Hughes a great line: "Can we please call Prince Albert or whoever so I can fix this guy?" This makes me love him for no reason at all.
I'm writing at work, it's all stupid dialogue and startled glances, and so far no actual Krys. Which amuses me. Yay new fake people!
The gentleman who says this is Joseph Hughes, a sort of psychic dowsing rod. If your brain lets you do goofy things, he's gonna know it. Tagging along is his handler, whose first name I can't recall but it was fairly banal. Last name of Lynne. He's "good cop" to Hughes' "kinda creepy cop."
Anyway, they need to get approval from Krys' benefactor before they can perform a psychic intervention and both guys are shocked to discover that, well, Randy is his go-to rich fella. Which gives Hughes a great line: "Can we please call Prince Albert or whoever so I can fix this guy?" This makes me love him for no reason at all.
I'm writing at work, it's all stupid dialogue and startled glances, and so far no actual Krys. Which amuses me. Yay new fake people!