Today basically consisted of:
Me: Hey, I'm getting to the point where I need a B-plot.
Evil Bitch Coauthor (aka my subconscious), immediately: Here you go!
Me: ....
EBC: What?
Me: That touches the A-plot in no fewer than three separate places, is thematically and character appropriate, and makes a main character of the one character I put on screen for one walkon sentence as local color.
EBC: *buffs nails on shirt* You're welcome. You've still got to write the fucker, though.
Word count: 31,928. Wrists ache. Send massage therapist. Or possibly some Jack Daniels.
...come to think of it, we've got some JD in the fridge. Catch you guys tomorrow. :)
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