When I was growing up I always wanted a mail box because we got our mail at the post office and now that I have one I hate going to the road to get the mail XD I'm so freakin strange.
Rachel/Puck (not Rachael, remember~! Rachel), otherwise known as Puckleberry, is my OTP. I mean, I love Finchel like a fish loves water, but Puckleberry is just... I can't even. They're a couple of hot Jews, it's natural!
Realized earlier I forgot a piece of lore that applies to Weeping, so now I get to go through every single word of it thus far and make sure I didn't actually disregard it in-text. Fuuuuuuun times.
Oh, Ari, that's the whole point of first drafts. Just keep writing, and during revisions, keep a notebook to record any inconsistencies and then change them.
It's just a tiny thing, so I don't mind checking. Have to make sure he didn't do one specific thing. Then I will write more--finally managed the first kiss last night, so I get to move on to the exciting things that come next. I've been sooooo impatient to get to this part.
This article at WSJ online has me angrier than I've been in months. If I hadn't had YA novels, my ED might have landed me in the hospital-- or worse. Because of YA, I had something to reassure me that it was okay to feel the way I felt, and that it gets better.
Calm down hun. Can you give us a link to the article? I want to take a look. Or are you talking about the one that has been going around. There was a pretty long thread about it here in the YA section I think?
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