How do you write? Are you kidding me!!

**To be regarded as tongue in cheek. I had it this up for a couple of hours then took it down because I thought I was in a pissy mood and was bitch griping at the world. I got an E-mail from Elgato and decided to post this again.**

ENJOY!
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Egads, my characters are talking back to me!! And they’re being critical. I don’t know how to take it. It’s flattering, I guess. Shades of Stephen King’s Misery ran through my head. Ohmygawd, ohmygawd, omg. Then again, someone had wrote that they wanted to skin me. The truth be known my fingers flew off the keyboard and I went eeewwwww. An ick moment.

Just remember *If you kill me, I cannot write…everybody loses (Especially me)*

Actually, I find the following excerpt funny. The skinning comment, still not so much. I’ve had more comments from that individual and English is a second language, I assume, and nothing harmful was meant by it but still….shiver……


Review from Elgato: “Tentacles for the Brides Bouquet” [not the skinner]

Blood Emperor Xavier...er...nice to meet you.
- Walter, Apparent Future Father of the Satyr Nation. Um...pleasure's all mine.
- So you're HER newest character, a half-demon, eh? Not to be prejudiced or anything, but I'm not exactly fond of demons. My last encounter wasn't exactly pleasant. And ended with me wiping out the remainder of their species. Not that I doubt you're a nice guy and all. I mean, some of my best friends are Weres.
- You know, at the moment, can't say I blame you. Gan's seriously freaking me out. He's my dad, but he's gonna have my kid?! No way will I be the dad of my own brother!
- Dude, you think that's weird? I'm the dad of MY own father.
- ... *wails* I was just minding my own psychotic existence, with my geeky little ways, then BAM, a tail gets ripped out my arse, and all hell breaks loose.
- I feel ya there. A few chapters in, and I'm sprouting feathers. What is it with her and disappearing/reappearing appendages?
- *snorts* Wings...and I didn't think you could look any more like a fairy.
- Hey, back off sex kitten. Who was the one rolling around and rubbing his jingle-bell ass all over the closest warm body last chapter?
- Least I'm not the one parading my freakishness around on stage, S-E-X. A multiple personality supermodel assassin gayboy vampire is criticizing ME?
- Look...that's what SHE did to me. I WAS a thirty something lazy arse who's closest friends were computer terminals with the life expectancy of something akin to a housefly's. So, could be worse.
- *sniffs* Still, I'd trade these stripes and whiskers for my ole pocket protector any day.
- Hey, hang in there. The love of my life started out as my rapist too. Ya just gotta get him to stop the whole non-consensual stuff, and I'm sure it'll be fine.
- ...I guess so.
- Hey, you like wings by any chance?

*several buckets and beers later*

- You're right. I never thought of using a tail that way. Maybe this won't be so bad after all, being a demon weretiger thingy. As long as I don't have to drink blood like you. Ugh...
- Err...Gan likes the taste of your blood. And "supper" IS next chapter, so I don't think you're exactly safe there yet.
- Gods you're right. I think I need a few more beers...hey, do you have Brant's number? He needs to get his skinny angsty ass down here too.

I appreciate Elgato’s comments and work. Thanks for the write up. It’s gratifying to see your work interpreted in different ways.

As a writer you are isolated. You want your craft appreciated. When you reach out, you can get the glory you are searching for; you can also get your hand slapped. As long as I don’t get it knifed to the table, it’s all good.

Ja ne.