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The honeymoon is officially OVER. In a way, I'm glad. I was enjoying this too much, made me suspicious. Don't get me wrong, it's still oddles of fun, but it's abruptly hard. This isn't helped by my writing in the early am. *foolish, foolish girl*I've put all my characters in bad situations, and it's difficult to figure out how to get them out of it. My inner big sister is giving them all lectures about presumption, in putting themselves in a situation where they get shot at/shoot people. Alison just got chewed out, and she won't be the last. (no sireee) I think I'll put everyone else's in the past tense, come to think of it.
Of course.This is what's wrong! I need some comic relief!
Well, I just need to write a firefight, and then I can move on to the aftermath. When everyone is either in their right minds or drugged up. Sounds better. (Lynn on drugs- I'm too tired to try to picture that. )
On a completely different side note, I have competent adults! I'm pleased with this. Hopefully I don't hate them on the re-read.
[TRAIN OF THOUGHT ERROR: brain is shutting down; please re-boot and try again.]
Time for bed.