OMG, I am so predictable. I need a new name or nickname for my newest character. Can you say caricature? How old do you have to be before you don't mind that your brain is just a jumble of stereotypes? But I like her style and I like the things she and Fay are saying to each other. I've got about 400 words to go for today so maybe in that time I'll get back to writing actual story instead of filling in all this backstory. But probably not.
Line of the day: "I was too broke to go home and too chicken to call collect for a bus ticket, so I got a job waitressing in a strip club out by the airport. The manager wanted me to dance, saying I would make a lot more money in tips if I was a dancer, but I could no more face dancing around with my titties flapping in the breeze than I could take off my clothes and have sex with someone for fifty bucks."
Way to go, Adam! Apologize to Simon for all his problems, but I didn't make you torture him, I only suggested it.
Jenny, you hang in there. I love your story so far and can't wait to hear more.
--Barbara
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