I dream about movies

This house, with its grief and a broken-down brother, wasn't helping. I was feeling suffocated, and I had only been here for about half a day. Sleep wasn't coming easily to me that night, and I imagined Jake found it hard as well.

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My MMC has just run into xenophobia he hadn't realised existed in his village.


"How should I know?" [the baker] said. "I don't pretend to know how those people think."

"The same way we do," Jaden said, and left the shop. He could feel the baker staring at him as he left.

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My FMC is having a fight with her estranged brother.

"Most of you took his side, regardless of who I was. I didn't need that. I still don't need that."

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Take a day off, then start making notes for the next story I want to write. I want to profit from this mindset of writing every day. This NaNovel, I think I'll put away for now, and come back to it later. It's going to need extensive rewriting, and for that I am going to need some fresh eyes.

I've found that I need an outline when I write. It helps me in knowing what I have to write, and hopefully will cut down on 'I have no idea what this place is up to/Why the hell are you quitting your jobs?!'-surprises.

...And I told the boyfriend this, and he's set me the deadline of coming Wednesday of having decided what I want to write. Bless, he is a big support in this. If not for him, I would never have come this far.

'So much for that one drink', Hava thought to herself, as she was giving her statement to the police-officer. But she would have a good story to tell Meghan. Her partner would find something of value in this.

She hadn't wanted to do it like this, but time was of the essence, and people worked better when they were given no choice in the matter. Besides, Hargita would look after him.

The one in front said, "You," and motioned for his men to surround them. It was a small room, and this was no easy feat, but they managed to do it regardless.

Dear Meghan,

So you're ace. No, nothing wrong with that. It's just that..., did you really have to have the 'Defining the relationship'-talk with Hava while you were still being hunted by the bad guys? Time and a place, people.

Love, your author

Hava looked at Meghan, and then back to the Chief, and shrugged. "Fine. I do need to know exactly where the ship is, though."

"That can be arranged."

"Come on, we could do with an outlet. Let's go punch something."

"Is that code for scaring the crap out of the junior agents?" Hava asked, as she followed.

"Maybe. They need to be scared good every now and then. Keeps them sharp."

"You're awful. I love it."

"I know you do."