(If you just got here, today’s posts start a couple back. The revision draft is in its death throes and it makes me procrastination-happy.)
Shan: I don’t know about this scene, Tony.
Tony: Leave it alone.
Shan: It’s risky. Readers…well, Suzanne Brockmann took some shit for this in one of her books, and she’s Suzanne Brockmann.
Tony: If you try to change that scene, I’ll shoot you.
Shan: You do realize your gun’s not real, right?
Tony: That scene is what it is. It’s the truth. If you write it out, you may as well keep on going and delete me entirely.
Shan: Okay, Tony. *bangs head on desk*