I glanced up from my notebook to see a blonde girl in a fancy nightdress standing at the foot of my bed. I raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here, Nadilynn?"
"I'm here to tell you that you chose the wrong main character for Worth of a King," she declared. "And I'm willing to sit here the whole night if it takes it."
I take a deep breath and set the notebook to the side and thrust my pencil into my hair. "And what makes you think that Obsidia's doing a bad job of it?"
"Sidi already has everything she wants - even marrying her true love," Nadilynn declared. "And that just doesn't make for a good story. Me, on the other hand, well, do you think I want to marry that Hololund Prince? I mean, it might be a different story if he were good looking ..."
"Some princesses are forced to marry old men who are twice as wide as any Hololunder," I point out.
"But not in good books. You want yours to be a good book, don't you?"
"Look, having you marry Gerald isn't set in stone - even from your perspective. In fact, we don't have much of anything set in stone."
"So ... I could marry someone else instead?"
"There's a possibility," I admitted. "There's also a possibility that you become a villain and kill everyone. As I said, it's very up in the air."
"Hey, I know, you can make me the main character, and it can be the story of how I fell in love with one of the escorts for the young ladies attending Obsidia - I know one looks quite available, the older brother escorting the first girl - Christa wasn't it?" She took a deep breath. "It'd be awesome. We could run away together and everything!"
"I'm not writing a sappy romance," I answered with a shake of my head. "And I don't think Jerolin would be very happy with that prospect."
"He did seem rather grumpy, didn't he? Well, I suppose he could get over it."
"The answer is still no. I chose Obsidia as the main character for a reason, and nothing you say or do will change it."
"Even if I hold my breath and turn blue?"
"You'd only be hurting yourself."
She frowned, and I shrugged and buried my attention back into the notebook. "Better luck next novel, Nadi."
Speaking of Jerolin, he posted over at Jack's blog Here today.
And I really meant to post this earlier, but we lost our electricity last night thanks to the ice storm. We still don't have it to my knowledge and I'm currently sitting in the lobby of the fast food where my dad works to post this. I'll be here until midnight. Yippee!