I love how much I hate my characters.
(This sentence made sense in my head.)
What I mean is that my characters are deeply, deeply flawed. They are the type of people that if I had to meet them in real life, I'd be pleasant to their faces (that's just my Midwestern way), but I would definitely wonder what the hell was wrong with them. I'm not even through introducing all six of them yet and they are so scattered, disillusioned, defeatist and more that it's exciting to keep writing. Although I have an outline, I'm really not sure where these characters are going next.
I do know that even though they are broken now, they all have room to grow--if I let them. *evil cackling*
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