Hi all. Kari here. I was trying to think of what to write about today. I am smack dab in the middle of Corpse in the Crystal Ball, and these darn characters won't let go. I get so mad at Sunny. Why does she put up with his bleep! But then Mitch appears, making me realize how vulnerable he is, and that he really does love the crazy woman who's not easy to love, but she doesn't make it easy for him.
When all of a sudden--
"It's his fault," Sunny said. "The man can't read signals to save his life."
"Me?" Mitch sputtered. "You were the one who said you wanted to just be friends. How am I supposed to read your signals?"
"Well, I would think you'd have a clue on how the female persona works...oh wait, you're a man. Never mind."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Mitch sneered.
Major eye-roll here. "Since you're a man, I guess you'll never know."
"You know the world doesn't revolve around you. There are mysteries to solve and cases to close."
"Really? I didn't know you noticed. You're so grumpy being the Grumpmeister, I didn't think you cared."
"Oh, I care, all right. But I'm so busy taking care of you, Tink, that I don't have time to solve the ongoing case."
"And why is that, Detective?"
"I, er, um ... no reason, Miss Meadows. Let's just solve this case before things get really messy."
"Okay, you two, enough," I blurted to shut the two of them up.
This is how my life has gone lately. Ever try to finish a novel when the voices in your head won't shut up? I have to wonder. Either this novel will be brilliant or it will totally suck. Depends on what the "voices" have to say. Sometimes they really do take on a character of their own. At times I feel like they are real people. Every feel this way?
Enquiring minds want to know.