Dear NaNoWriMo,

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit.

Dear Pseudo-Akako,

WTF?

Dear Lex,

Er. Sorry? How about next year?

Regards,
Ellie

Dear NaNoWriMo

I think I need to warn you first that there is not a chance in hell I will be finishing you this year. At the moment I hardly have time to turn around. I am going to aim for 500 words a day. Or maybe every two days. Just thought I'd tell you so you don't get expectations. Terrible things, expectations. You might end up 20k words long, if you're really lucky and I start passing some kanji tests.

Dear Setting,
WTF?! You've done away with most of my beautiful scifi trappings! You are not doing away with the guns. Or the stripy tights. Even if my incidental characters do all seem to want to be Empire builders. So nyah.

Dear Everyone Else,
I'm so confused.

xxx

Ev

dear ink. and paper. and yes

THANK YOU for like. coming and flowing and plot summary wooooh :)

"the galaxy was a place of turmoil/panic/general crapness + aliens"

"but. for whatever reason (THINK OF LATER!!) they've been a bit crap"

hmm. my plot could still use some.. fine tuning. ahe. yes.

Dear Main Character,

Congratulations! You are not female, and not me! This is good. However, may I please reiterate a couple of minor points:
- You are not allowed to like books. Just, no.
- Yes, you have sisters. I *like* sisters. And these ones are nice. Some of the time. Promise!
- Develop yourself, please. A name would be a good start, but I appreciate that settling on a gender may have taken all of your energy.

Dear Female Secondary Character,
Name, please. Also: age, position, father's job. Situation involving you spending lots of time with MC. The fact that you have an unpredictable personality doesn't mean you're allowed to be unpredictable to *me*.

Dear Sisters,
I have limited your number. I may even throw in a brother somewhere. And why do you all seem to want guns?!

Love to all (make the most of it, it won't last),
Ev

INSPIRATION

HITS THIS MORNING WHILST GETTING DRESSED. AND BEING OBSERVED BY DAVID TENNANT. AND YES I KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO BE WRITING ABOUT (vaguely).

(and thank goodness the whole i-wish-my-wife thing has gone..)

HAR PLOT should be seeping. through my ears like. at any moment now