Prudence: Well, that’s not looking good. Lot of white space on that graph.
Prudence: You locked him in the basement with your Internal Editor, remember?
Subconscious: Hot boys! In the basement!
Me: Fear is so not a hot boy. Although I’m pretty sure he is a boy, now that you bring it up…
Prudence: So about this NaNo thing…
Ambition: We can totally do this! We still have five days!
Prudence: And lapsed into a word coma afterwards…
Subconscious: Steampunk! Dirigibles!
Me: Besides, I’d really like to get a full draft of this story done before I let it sit for a while to concentrate on other things.
Me: Have they been good?
Prudence: That’s not the point.
Me: Seems like that should be the point. Wasn’t there a song about that…?
Prudence: *taps foot, folds arms* You’ll have to have maniacal focus to get this done.
Me: I’m a steely-eyed writing machine, when I need to be.
Prudence: Where is Fear when I need him?
Me: He’s probably making out with the Internal Editor in the basement. Best not to disturb them…
Prudence: *rolls eyes*
Ambition: Let’s get started!
So… I may be sequestered in the writing cave this week. Or I may be back with Mindjack Trailer news. Or possibly Fear will break out of the basement and strangle me for even trying to finish this book.