:: ah, NaNo @ work ::
Dear Dusty,
Do I have any character notes on you from last year? I hope so because I have to say that I'm very intrigued by what I'd written about you but I cannot remember ANYTHING about who/what you are supposed to be. You talk about "rendering" the rooms around you and your body makes some funny metallic noises. I think you were kidnapped...you woke up after teh Incident...were you a sleep battery? Was someone naughty stealing your dreams? Were you part of a pedosomniac hideaway? TELL ME!
Loooove,
Melissa
Dear Jasper,
A year later and we're still figuring out exactly what a "Fervid Ember" is. Great. That said, I think it at least mildly possible that you will wind up at war with my tribe of hoopers.
Creatively,
Me
Dear Muses,
We're getting closer. You like fire, and coffee, and chocolate. Guess I'm going to Walgreens for discount candy after all. If I have a stroke from the Christmas decorations they've put up, I'm either making you wear wrapping paper for clothes or you have to live inside a snow globe. If I finish writing the incredibly smutty scene I started last night, will you let the plot bunnies start breeding again? I know you like nookie... And I'm beginning to suspect that after all this time, you're still Lance and Justin. 0.o
Hopefully/Confusedly/Verbosely,
your humble author
Do I have any character notes on you from last year? I hope so because I have to say that I'm very intrigued by what I'd written about you but I cannot remember ANYTHING about who/what you are supposed to be. You talk about "rendering" the rooms around you and your body makes some funny metallic noises. I think you were kidnapped...you woke up after teh Incident...were you a sleep battery? Was someone naughty stealing your dreams? Were you part of a pedosomniac hideaway? TELL ME!
Loooove,
Melissa
Dear Jasper,
A year later and we're still figuring out exactly what a "Fervid Ember" is. Great. That said, I think it at least mildly possible that you will wind up at war with my tribe of hoopers.
Creatively,
Me
Dear Muses,
We're getting closer. You like fire, and coffee, and chocolate. Guess I'm going to Walgreens for discount candy after all. If I have a stroke from the Christmas decorations they've put up, I'm either making you wear wrapping paper for clothes or you have to live inside a snow globe. If I finish writing the incredibly smutty scene I started last night, will you let the plot bunnies start breeding again? I know you like nookie... And I'm beginning to suspect that after all this time, you're still Lance and Justin. 0.o
Hopefully/Confusedly/Verbosely,
your humble author