As you know Fluffy was hanging around yesterday raining on my parade. As I sat at the laptop watching my words turn into sludge and dribble off the screen a funny thing happened. Fored leaned out of the computer and took my hand.
'How long have we known each other?' he said.
'Er, I don't know, eighteen years or so.'
'And do you trust me?'
'Gosh Fored, you're my character, you're a figment of my...'
'I think after all this time you should know me well enough to trust me.'
'So let me tell the story, it is my story after all.'
'But what if it's no good?'
'I'm only a character. It's your job to make it good.'
And so the writing flowed from that. I had worried that it was too stilted and fantasy-ish (if you know what I mean) and Fored took care of that. Everytime I slipped back into lyrical prose and thee and thou dialogue he would put up his hand and say
'Hang on a minute, that didn't happen.'
So writing went well yesterday. I might be crazy but I'm happy.