"I told you to leave." "And when have I ever done what you told me?"

I've been trying to avoid killing people in my novel. Those of you who have been talking to me about it might be labouring under a slightly different illusion, but that's just cause it's so fun to tease you about killing off your favorite characters! In truth, I've had some vauge idea that everybody lives. And yeah, I need to change up the tension in my novel, in the draft, to reflect this. If everything had gone according to plan, see, everybody would have lived. They had a good plan, everybody performed flawlessly- something else that I need to make sure comes out in the edit *sigh*, and they all should have made it out. But they're up against a creepy freaky smart bad guy, who's been luring them into a trap for a week now.

So yes, people die. I know at least two deaths, and how, I just have to figure out if the rest of the group makes it out intact. That's one issue.

The other issue is that everything seems so freakishly colourless! I don't want to write! *cries* Everything and everyone is flat. They have no soul, no flavour! I don't wannnnaaaaaaa.

Okay, excuse me while I slap myself silly and write a fight scene.

Mirrors

I wrote this in ten minutes. I have no idea where it came from.

I know that seeing people who aren't there in the mirror is normal, but it still scares me! All the the faces, talking away at me. Katie says that everybody seems them when they get older, and just to ignore them. But how am I supposed to ignore them when they're everywhere? It started with just mirrors, and then glass, polished metal, and now any reflective surface, full of people who aren't real, chattering urgently. Sometimes when it's really quiet, I think I can hear them. But I couldn't quite make out what they were saying, and besides everyone one knows that they can't actually talk, the faces are just a trick of your eyes. So I bought a music player, and I make sure it's never really quiet. I mean, sure they don't talk for real, and there's nothing to be scared of, but I just don't like it, okay? 

Ulg, I've started to see them on the inside of my glasses now if I'm not careful, all worried and concerned. Why are they worried? Mom's ignore her, and Dad's are angry. Katie says that hers are all bored all the time, so why are mine worried? What's wrong with me?

I don't think I should talk to Katie about the faces any more. She says it's fine if I'm scared, but we're grown-ups now, and grown-ups don't talk about childhood fears. She's right, of course. I'm just going to make extra sure I have my music player with me all the time, and I'm going to walk around with my eyes half closed. I can't see them when it's dark!

I'm alone in the house, and my music player died. Why did it die? It had a full battery yesterday! Stupid Samuel had to use it when I was at work and now I can't- I'm boiling water to make noise. Popcorn's noisy too. I am a grown-up, I'm gonna be fine.

The power's gone out, and it's so quiet. At least it's so dark I can't see reflections. It's so quiet. I can hear my footsteps. Oh, only I'm sitting still. Voices, talking to me all the time, I don't want to hear. What? Why? I don't want to look behind me-

I burnt down the house, but I don't care. The shadow went with it, stabbed through with the big, shiny metal knife my Dad keeps by the oven. I never asked him why, maybe I should when he gets back. And I'm going to keep my own mirror to watch the faces with. Katie's right, there's nothing to be scared of. So long as I pay attention to them, and stay out of the dark.

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And Icon flies off with strange dark-haired boys. *headdesk*

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Wow, Tenish is so hard 2 srt writing, & so magical once I figure out wht he's doing. I'm rlly scared 4 Neph & Jennet & the children. Stress!

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Breaking news, bad guys R bad at suicide intervention. Also, all my bad guys R guys, which is terrible sexist. Bad me- & Tru, wht R U doing?

My Feelings on the matter

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*passes out*

~I don't know how to act drunk. I really should get out more.~

Wow. I really need to not do this to myself anymore. I have so many things happening at the same time I have to keep track of the scenes in a list. Something like ten groups with things happening to them at the same time? What kind of SADIST am I? And yes, tormenting myself is sadism. Don't question, fool. 

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Etna on drugs is FREAKY. "Someone was crying, and trying not to. It was light blue, with white peeking through. Oh, she was the one crying. That was funny."

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"They said you'd shoot first, ask questions later!"
*shoots* "There's the shooting. Now, What. Is. Going. On. Here?"

Derin is SUCH a MAN!

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All my guards R creepy & lame, y is ths? But go Tru! Stand up 2 those Jerks! & I rlly hope U know wht U're doing, b/c I dont.

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O Tenish, how ive missed U & yr acid wit. & Neph! *fangirl squee* Tenish & Neph- all that's needed 2 make ur day complete, u no it. Gd luck!

Oscar. Mike. Golf.

I have until June 1 before my Create Space offer expires.

Cue panicking? Yes Plaxors?

Ten Days. Ten Days to finish my Novel Of Doom.

*gulps*

I always said I worked better with a deadline...

Let's DO this thang!

"Bye bye empire, empire bye bye..."

Expendables update.

Total Word Count: 162,547
Characters who've made it to "safety": 3. Maybe? I think?
Characters who are still in danger: 20. *head desk* (Yes, I introduced a side character who is certain he's going to die, clever boy.)

But three people made it out! Go them! If you haven't noticed, I haven't been terribly inspired lately. I'm trying to slog forward and extract my characters, it just, takes a while. *sigh*