#WIP Update!
Happy Wednesday, everyone! Hope you’re enjoying your day and faring much better than I am.
2018 started out with an easy flow, but I…-
Hears a noise.
…but I seem…-
Hears the noise again. Looks around and see no one
As I was saying, the year began pretty good…
Hears noise again. Sounds like someone clearing their throat. Turns around to find Olivia Chandler lying prone on the floor.
FD: Hello, Olivia.[image error]
OC: Olivia sighs.
FD: Is something wrong, Counselor?
OC: It’s… It’s February 28th.
FD: Yes, I know.
OC: You were supposed to release Family Matters today.
FD: Yes, I know.
OC: But you’re not.
FD: No, I’m not.
OC: But why not? It’s been edited, revised and edited again.
FD: Because I had to rewrite it.
OC: What the hell?
FD: Calm down.
OC: How could you rewrite it? Why didn’t I know? Why did you rewrite it?
FD: Anymore questions?
Olivia chuffs.
FD: I rewrote it because it wasn’t right. When life got crazy last summer, I should have put the book aside until I was focused, but I didn’t. You drifted, and I drifted… in two different directions.
OC: So, this is your fault?
FD: I wouldn’t go that far, Miss Thang.
OC: You cannot lay this at my feet.
FD: Well, you were the one going all Sybil and changing your personality in every scene.
OC: I was suffering from clinical depression. What’s your excuse?
FD: I was suffering from clinical depression.
OC: Oh. Are we okay now?
FD: You’ll be fine.
OC: And you?
FD: I’m a writer, Olivia. We’re all a bit mad.
OC: Oh, you are not.
FD: Olivia, I’m having a conversation with a fictional character.
OC: Well, there’s that.
Olivia giggles.
Felicia frowns.
OC: So, uh… the release date?
FD: I was about to blog about the delay, but discuss how I was formatting the MS before you-
OC: …interrupted you.
FD: Basically.
OC: Okay, Felicia. You go on and finish that. Then we can talk about book 3.
FD: There is no book 3.
OC: Yes, there is.
FD: Olivia Chandler, I am done with you.
OC: No, you’re not.
FD: If you’re lucky, you’ll have a few appearances in Margot and Bishop’s story.
OC: Margot and Bishop? Margot and Bishop? Why do they get a story?
FD: Margot deserves it and she has a great story.
OC: Better than mine.
FD: Different from yours.
OC: Fine. I’ll wait.
FD: It could be a while.
OC: Have you even started their story?
FD: Nope.
OC: So, what’s the problem? Just squeeze me in.
FD: Nope.
OC: Oh, why not?
FD: Let’s see… two blogs, eleven outlines, 300K of words on paper, two Camp NaNos, November Nano, a 52-week writing challenge, I’m learning drabbles, practicing haikus, and the mister would like clean clothes and a few dinners during all this. And let’s not forget my friend who’s never far away… Fibrofog.
Olivia laughs.
OC: Yeah, you zone out and double up on the coffee and pun memes.
FD: It’s not funny.
OC: It’s kinda funny.
FD: Okay, it is funny. Are we done here?
OC: I’ll go. But, seriously, Felicia, I do have another good story. A meteor crashes in the parking lot just as I’m leaving work, and the radiation gives me superpowers and-
FD: OLIVIA!
OC: Okay, okay. I’ll work out the details. You’re going to love it. Cya!
Massages forehead.
Now I know why George R.R. Martin kills everyone.
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