I’ve had it, I’m through, I’m going to bed. I cleaned my house, kicked the crap out of the munchkin’s karate bag, and wrote a vicious fight for Eve that will probably never find its way into anything. Eve’s past is hers, you don’t need to know.
More than one person has commented on how she is a safety valve for me. Most of my characters can kick ass when called for. But Eve–Eve’s first answer to most things is a fist. Since I’m stuck in a world where you gotta just smile and take it, that’s an escape I need.
To hell with–I won’t say. If I were talking about you, though, you’d damn well know.
Can you tell I’m just a wee bit pissed?