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Idiot Control Now
bees on pie, burning rubber tires
here I am once again
For all the griping I've done about plotting, I think the main issue I'm having with this chapter, why I keep opening it and just staring at it, is that this is supposed to be this important emotional moment in the story, and it's just coming out flat and hollow and redundant and anticlimactic. I'm even having Nat realize just how anticlimactic it is.

And I thought Anise was going to be my favorite person in this chapter, but turns out, it's Peony. Who saw that coming? Not I.

Current Mood: confused confused
Current Music: behind these hazel eyes--kelly clarkson

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