Shawn Kline: Hey, remember me?
Me: Yes, I remember you. Go away. I have a deadline to meet.
Shawn: Too bad. I want my story.
Me: Too bad. Like I said, I have a deadline. Go away. Besides, you’re still a kid. You have to grow up more.
Shawn: Kiss ass. I was a kid ten years ago when you first wrote Nikki’s story. I’m not a kid now. I want my story.
Me: And I want to meet my deadline. And I have this dragon idea I’m playing. There’s also two stories left in Mythe, I need to write a fantasy and I have to think of a second book for my contract. You’re out of luck. I don’t want to mess with you right now.
Shawn: Yeah, you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be arguing with me.
Me: You started it. Can’t you just go away? I’ll write your story if and when I have time and there’s actually a story to tell.
Shawn: (laughing) You know there’s a story. I think you even know who you want to put me with. When do I get to meet her?
Me: (groaning) Just go away…
This is why I hate reading thru my books. I keep meeting these people I thought I had tucked inside a neat little niche. I read the books and these people attack me.