This week I have worked a lot on my novel. I’ve spent 2 full days this week doing pretty much nothing but writing and editing. Today was one of those days. And it was stressful.
Basically, two of my characters rebelled against me. It was a little like this:
Okay, guys? I think we’ve strayed from our goal here. Let’s refresh. From the top.
Minnie: No. He’s an idiot, and I want to do things my way. Got that?
Bailey: Oh my God, you’re crazy! You’re completely contradicting chapter 13!
Minnie: That was ages ago! My character has moved on. It’s called “development.”
Bailey: It’s called being a woman.
Minnie: I’m sorry, what did you say?
Bailey: Emily, she is being unreasonable.
I think you are overreacting, Minnie.
Minnie: Oh sure, take his side. You like him more than me, anyway.
I do not.
Minnie: I haven’t forgotten you cut me out of the story once.
Want me to do it again?
Bailey: Yes, please.
Minnie: You stay out of this!
Guys, please. Can we go back to the way things were in the rough draft? Please? Everyone was happy? Remember being happy?
Bailey: Not really, no.
Minnie: Yeah, I remember a lot of people dying.
Bailey: Yeah me, too. And I keep getting into fights. What’s that about?
Bailey: Seriously? You’re going to go with that stereotype?
Would you two just listen to me and get back to the story?
Minnie: I refuse to work with him. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go and enjoy the Roaring 20s.
Bailey: Can I go, too, Emily?
Bailey: But, Emily—flappers! Gangsters! Jazz! Gatsby!
No. Go home.
It’s a good thing I’m not God.