Dear Novel, I'm sorry but...
GAH. I will not f-ing appologize because you decided to wait until six scenes before the close and nearly midnight to inform me...
"Um, so, love..." Yes, my novel calls me 'love'. We're dysfunctional for each-other. "You know in October when we spent that two glorious days plotting and we thought we had it all figured out and I maybe sort of said 'no no, do it all in his POV because that'll be steadier and a better read, and she's just too...honest and reliable to be an interesting POV character'." Long pause and lots of shuffling and biting of lips. "I maybe kinda sorta lied and there's this thing the bad guy does and she's the only one who's there so...ya. You'll do fine." Pat on the head.
And clearly, I need to go to sleep because I opened this and that all just poured out and I've no effing clue what's wrong with me. Or why my novel sounds like last year's nano-FMC's gay best friend...
Jules
P.S. If you happen to be paying attention this is a cross post from my local Nano forum, but I actually sort of like the rant, despite making me a prime candidate for a padded cell.