Bad news: Now I have a head cold/sinus – fungus is very, very high and I’m a stuffed up/draining, sneezing little fool. But I’ll make it.
And furthermore, my characters have been giving me hell.
You can say that again.
Excuse me, this is my blog.
I don’t care if it’s the bloody Tower of London. Somebody is planning the ol’ switcheroo.
No, really? *gasp*
Don’t think I’m not paying attention. Did you really believe I’d let you get away with this. Operation: Eden is my book, not my wuss of a brother’s.
You have no idea what you’re talking about. Just hold those pretty little horses of yours …
Honey, that’s not all I’m going to be holding. Eden is my girl.
Nobody said otherwise.
But you’re switching characters. You said so yourself.
Where’d you hear that.
I read it, right on this blog.
No one gave you permission to read this blog.
Sure they did.
Who?
Bud and Ernie.
The Satellite Twins have no say in the matter. They’re just characters too.
Don’t tell them that.
Hey, they’re lucky I didn’t keep them as figments of my imagination. If they keep this up, that’s where they’ll be heading. Just a couple of voices in my head. And as for you …
I get the girl.
Of course you get the girl.
I do? I don’t understand, I thought you were switching the characters.
I am.
But I’m still going to get the girl?
Oh yeah, you’re going to get it all right.
