Lilith Saintcrow

Lili: You just can’t do that.

Danny Valentine: Watch me.

L: But it will ruin the whole arc of the story. You can’t just fling youself off a–

DV: It happened. Don’t believe me? Ask Japh.

L: Don’t drag him into this.

DV: You’re the writer. So write.

L: This isn’t fair. You’ve wrecked months of work.

DV: Looks like you’re looking at more work too, sunshine. Guess what happens next?

L: *hopelessly* What?

DV: Going to have to write and find out, aren’t you. What’s this? Blogging? You’ll never find out that way.

L: *wonders blearily if murder of fictional character will earn prison sentence.*

Dear Reader, please be gentle to us mad writers. See what we have to put up with from those uppity characters? And let’s not even MENTION the boys who movie the rubbish bins around so the rubbishmen won’t take it…

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