I've just stumbled across something I wrote last nanowrimo when I reached an impasse.
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This is what it sounds like in my head as I am working on a story. It's consistent bickering when an agreement is not immediately reached.
 ~~~~~~~ M: Damn you A! Stop being such a dipstick. No one will want to read that. “I” don’t want to write that. A: It’s my story. Let me tell it the way I please. M: It’s not YOUR story. It’s OUR story. MS: Okay. Okay, M. Calm down. She didn’t mean it that way. M: Yeah, well, she better filter what she says before I erase her. Permanently. A: Whatever! You could try, but you’ll just bring me back. Like you always do. M: Don’t test me. I’m this—close to scrapping the entire idea. Just toss your world right into the trashcan. A: It’s your world too. MS: She has a point. It is. M: Would you just shut up MS! Whose side are you on anyway? MS: No side. I’m the levelheaded on. You’re the devil on one shoulder, and she’s the angel on the other. A: Why am I the Angel? I can be the devil. I can be bad. M: Sure you can. A: What was that? Do you doubt me? MS: No one doubts you. M: Yes I do. Speak for yourself. A: I can so be the devil. Why don’t you try being the angel? M: No way. Not possible. First of all, I look good being bad…you on the other hand…no so much. A: I can so be bad. Wasn’t I the one who collapsed that wall on T? M: My idea. A: And I set N’s pants on fire. M: Also my idea. A: Well…I…I…filled D’s tank with sugar. MS: Sorry, A, but that was also her idea. A: Well, so what if I’m not as bad and reckless as you. M: Reckless...you want reckless? Well you got it. MS: No. Lets not do this. M: Shut up! MS, tell her to stop being such a fanny. I want to get this on and over with already. She’s being dragging this out for the better half of the century. A: It’s not me. It’s her. She always wants to be danger and destruction. M: I do not. I just don’t want to be BORING, which you are. A: I don’t know why me being so boring bothers you so much. M: Well duh, boring you equals belittled me. And I’d be damn if I let those condescending pricks in the world turn their noses down on me all because of you. A: There will be people like that regardless. That has nothing to do with me. MS: She has a point. M: Can you say anything else besides that? A: Quit snapping at her. She’s trying to be reasonable. Good thing to. M: Call me unreasonable one more time. I dare you. MS: M, no need for this. Just calm down. M: I AM CALM! A: Sure you are. You’re being very reasonable right now. M: That’s it. Someone’s going for a nice lonnnngggggg dip in the ocean. A: Not the ocean… MS: M, come on. You know how she is around water. A: Please don’t. Come on M don’t do this to me. I’m yours. You can’t do this to me. M: Are you trying to reason with the unreasonable one??? MS: …. (The argument continues for hours on end.) (P.S: A managed to avoid the ocean, but she didn’t have so much luck with the neighborhood pool.) |
I can feel another argument again this yeah. Only this time it will be with Nikolas. Damn you Nikki-poo!
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