I was sitting in a meeting today, doodling away as I often do. I looked down at my sketch and saw Eli smirking back at me.
Dear Subconscious, I do not want to get to know Eli better. I already know just how fucked up he is based on Thorny and Christopher's memories of his death.
No love, me
*ahem* Yeah, character profiles are probably going to start popping up in my scraps.
I really wish the plotbunnies would sort out what they want before midnight-thirty on a work night. Just once, for varieties sake.
Still working on too many things at once. The one thing with a deadline probably won't get done at all. It's just not demanding enough. We'll see what happens between now and then.
Also, writing other people's characters is hard. I don't know how fic'ers do it.