Lourdes.

“Constantly lets Vale bully her because she’s dating Vale’s ex and she knows it’ll make her feel better” Lourdes

“Supports Morlene when she risks her life to help out Vale and Cephas” Lourdes

“Has to look out for their child when Morlene goes away to do dangerous missions and possibly raise Leo alone should anything happen to Morlene” Lourdes

“Literally puts her life to risk for the rebellion” Lourdes

stands in her own house, her own home with Morlene and Leo, and tells Cephas, the man who’s responsible for all of this to “bring Vale home”.

GOODBYE

Daily wordcount goal done.

So far highlights include these gems:

  • “He’s wearing his
    usual tailcoat over his shirt but he lost the cravat and wears only a white tie now. What a
    douche.”
  • “I bet he thinks he
    looks so cool right now.”
  • “She must be old as balls by now,” I offer my input.
  • “Were you, like,
    jerking off furiously to a weird erotic book?“
  • “You know if you’re
    gonna get broken out of here you could really take me with you. I’m like, such a good
    ally. The enemy of my enemy is my friend for a little bit until we both get
    what we want and then we turn on each other and I kill you in cold blood, right?”
    “Do you always talk this much?”

    “Yeah, that’s kinda like, my thing. I’m a cool assassin. People like me. I tell jokes.”

“Did any of you guys notice Agatha Browning wasn’t a real person? That it was me all along?”

“We didn’t. I must admit I’m relieved. She’s a terrible woman.”

“You just say that cause I didn’t have time to reveal her tragic backstory yet. It’s a real tearjerker.”

I can’t believe Vale has an OC.

Alright, tonight is Camp NaNo eve…

I’m way further in Vale than I thought I was. Cool?

I’m where Vale and Cephas get separated and Cephas meet those two and Vale gets to talk to Zavier and the weasel (disclaimer: not an actual weasel) and then some heart-to-heart happens and it’s great fun (disclaimer: it’s actually suffering).

inkskinned:

ya’ll are wrong. the two types of writers are really “i will talk about this and blog about it and make sixteen thought-out pages where i explore a single character point and i’ve written a novella on the backstory of another and actually involve others in my process”

and “if i so much as breathe about this before it’s ready and done, the story dies because it thinks i already told it”