We have been together for a long time now. Eighteen years to be exact.
I've have been suspicious for a very long time now, but up until recently have I been certain that you are bipolar. Possibly even schizophrenic.
While you are extremely helpful and full of great advice, all the time, you have a dark side.
For instance, right now.
This is the last week of school for me, and I plan on finishing my Nanowrimo before New Years, starting Saturday.
However, you apparently have other plans for me.
Instead of helping me come up with great ideas for scenes or people or even creatures to push me past the 50k mark. You are inspiring my story for next year.
And you have great idea.
While your advice now will most definitely help me out in January, right now it is concerning me that you have lost interest in a story we have been working on for over a year now.
What is this? We are nearly done! You can give up on me now!
I sincerely hope you pull yourself together.
I cant finish my Nanowrimo without you, but if you force my hand, I will have to try anyway.
Just remember, the Inner Editor is lonely and would very much like some company in his little box.
Love,
Didymus
I loved that. :D
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