Letters to my novel.

I saw someone doing this earlier on the FList. They said it made them feel better.


Dear Alexander Leaven,
You are supposed to be the epitome of a good little Christian girl. Stop eyeing up Paloma. It's really freaking me out. And you're ruining my ending.
No love, Lucy


Dear Paloma Esposito,
WTF, sudden personality change? In all my planning, you were percocious and charming and now you're all... deep and quiet and stoic and shit. Can you please not be? As it is messing up my cute plans for later.
Cheer the fuck up, Lucy


Dear Derrick McCallum,
YOU ARE NOT IN THE NOVEL YET. So why am I writing really AWESOME bits of the future in which you're all sensitive and poetic? And, omg, why do you have to be so phenomenally cool in my head? You haven't been introduced yet! Sit down and shut up!
I hate your face, Lucy


Dear Parts of Story I'm Writing When I Should Be Writing Chapter Two,
omg, you are so great, but this is not the time, but Alex, Paloma, and Derrick? In the laundromat? With Alex ticked at Paloma over the flannel shirt thing? And Derrick's "I'm only gay on Thursdays, really"? And Alex's endearing whinybitchness? I LOVE YOU! GO AWAY UNTIL LATER.
Smooches, Lucy


Dear Paloma,
On second thought, keep the personality shift. It totally works. You are so damn interesting to watch now, even I'm wondering what you're thinking.
Stay weird and quiet, Lucy


That's my last NaNo post for today, I swear.

I go sleep now.

-Luce