Dear Heilla,

What the HELL? You do NOT actually kill Eydis! What is your problem? I need her for another story that happens after this one.

What’s that? Yes, I need her alive!

Now get your toe back behind that line before I lop it off and smack you with it,
-WL

p.s. Gah!

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Dear Eydis,

Just… hang on and stop freaking out. She’s not really going to kill you… OK, she might hack you up pretty bad, but you’ll live. I hope.

Seen Dorothy anywhere?
-WL

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Dear Dorothy,

How dare you blow my mind like that and then disappear?

Muses these days,
-WL

p.s. Gah!

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Dear Dorothy,

Where were you this morning? I know it was early and still pitch black outside and everything, but how is that different from any other weekday?

Anyways.

We have a kick-ass beginning. The ending is... there, but there is this issue with the middle, which .... isn't.

OK, yes, fine - there is a spattering of scenes. They need to connect to each other. Preferably in a slightly logical manner.

Awaiting your input (with chocolates!),
-WL

p.s. - Please poke Mystery Girl and remind her that she only has until Wednesday to fess up to her name. After that she gets to be Mystery Girl for all of November and all the other characters are going to laugh at her.

p.p.s. - Please make her understand that I am quite serious about that.

Dear Dorothy,

Jiminy freakin' Christmas! Must you hit me upside the head with brilliant solutions to plot holes as I'm getting into bed??? That is not an opportune time. Not at all. You're just lucky I keep my PDA by my bed and still had the presence of mind to jot down some notes on that one, otherwise you'd have to reconstruct the whole bloody thing all over again.

Sheesh,
-WL

p.s. Oh, and thanks.

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Dear Mystery Girl,

It appears the letter I wrote you last week was lost in the mail. My apologies as this seems to have created a great deal of needless confusion as regards your role in the story.

Be reassured – Dorothy, our beloved muse, paid me a visit during my commute this morning and everything has been cleared up. Unknowingly harboring an assassin in your brain makes you very interesting indeed, and you are in absolutely no danger whatsoever.

Well, no danger of being cut from the story.

Your own personal danger is, I’m afraid, another issue entirely and vastly greater that it was when you were boring.

Sorry ‘bout that,
-WL

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Dear Davidson Harald Nixon,

It appears that, due to NaNoWriMo's recent server issues, you did not receive the letter I wrote the other day regarding the status of your story. (I assume this is why you have reappeared in my head.) Therefore, I am sending this replacement letter. I cannot remember the exact text of my previous letter, so I shall paraphrase:

You're hot. Dr. Sparrow is hot. You might get to be real hot together, if you can manage to mind your manners.

However.

You're not on for NaNo. Sorry. You'll have to keep it zipped up until December.

Them's the breaks, darlin',
-WL

p.s. You really do have a killer name. And it got even better when you decided to spell your middle name like that, 'cuz it just might tie into the whole Imbue thing and THAT, my man, makes. Mama. Happy.

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