Yay!

I didn't think anyone would like this. Huh. I was stricken with writer's clog, it is not so much a block as a sudden clogging of ideas...I needed inspirational drano; this assignment took three tries. Too many ideas and none that were working.

Mad, Lews, Tessa, thanks so much. I did not think it was possible to make me blush in my jaded old age. Alias Jade is a totaly insane character that I would like to do more with. I was struggling with this little piece when he came over to yell about some grievance he has with me. After chewing me out he says:

"So, you still gonna write stories about me? Are you? Huh?"

I looked him in the eye and decided.

"Fine, you are now a bouncer in a strip club, I'll put you in this one right now." I started typing.

He sat up all straight, almost preening. Then he thought it through, and said as if he were cutting me, "Well, that's one way."

He hugged me, and left.

Alias doesn't read, he can't concentrate long enough. Sometimes he gets mad at me for being 'smarter' than him. He is really very smart; he just never got to like reading.

I am in love with all of my characters and this worries me. How will I ever make a bad guy feel real? I can see the good in most, especially ones like Alias Jade. Even when he was about to take a swing at me in my kitchen three days ago.

I hate how some days writing is hard and won't flow and then somedays I can't stop the ideas from stampeding over my reality.

I've missed you guys!

Beswitchingly