Excuses, excuses

Sorry, can’t stop to talk today. In the novel where I live and breathe and mess things up, things have taken a bad turn, and it’s my fault. My sister Pen may never forgive me. I’m not sure I would, if I were her. First I’ll have to clean up the mess I’ve made. Then I’ll have to figure out how to redeem myself. Though not in any ordinary way; no, a character’s redemption has to be original and unexpected. That’s the sort of narrative rabbit a protagonist and her writer are supposed to be able to pull out of a hat. Unexpected, yet with an air of inevitability once it’s happened. Give me a break. No time, gotta go. I’m a long way from redemption.

Kate and L, editing

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