Unicorn Emma

I’ve heard you say a lot of creepy things. You have a lot of creepy ideas. Never before now have I seriously thought I could tie you down to prevent you from going through with one.

- A character of mine.

I don’t smoke, but I happened across an old pack of Black & Milds and decided, why not? I lit one up at two-thirty in the morning and sat in the rain to smoke it.

Feeling like a writer is wonderful. Cranking out six thousand words to finish a novel’s first draft; listening to the Rent soundtrack and hurting in ways you know non-writers don’t hurt; playing Minesweeper until you finish the Expert level in 99 seconds (and then twenty minutes more); sitting in the rain, in the wee hours of the morning, smoking a tiny cigar.

Instantly, the characters who have been giving me the most trouble started vying for my attention, and I gave it to them in pairs. Some of them smoke; the ones who don’t got with one who did and I listened to them have chats next to me, about smoking and other things. I made that tiny cigar last half an hour before sitting down and putting the conversations in black and mild white. The above quote was my favorite to make an appearance. And the best part is, the speaker is someone who has almost no personality just yet. Maybe there’s hope for him, after all.

Can you do me a favor? Ask no more questions. For at least an hour. If you must get information out of me, make a statement and I can tell you if it’s true or false, but that question mark in your voice is pissing me off to no end.

- My new character, Nina. Isn’t she lovely?