A conversation with the real live people in my head.
[Note: If you are not a writer, this post may be disturbing for you. But don’t be alarmed. In some professions, it is quite normal to converse with the voices in your head.]
Danny, to me: What the hell? You haven’t written about us in over two weeks!
Lexi: I know, I was about to win an argument over here.
Me: Sorry guys, things were getting a little juicy over in LH Land.
Danny: Corbin’s nothing special, I can spew out some philosophical bullshit and be all quiet and brooding.
Lexi: He can!
Me: But Daniel, my dear, can you do tai chi shirtless?
Lexi: Oooh, who’s Corbin?
Me: Eh, don’t worry about him – it’s probably better you two live in different dimensions.
*makes note that Lexi and Corbin should never meet*
Me: So you guys are so hot to get back to work, what do you have for me?
Lexi: Isn’t that your job?
Danny, to me: Do you see what I have to put up with?
Me: Oh, I know it. Don’t forget, I kind of made her. But I gave her nice boobs for you.
*Lexi crosses her arms over her chest*
Me: So Danny, your dad is dead, and your mother is lecturing you about your sister’s religion (or lack thereof).
Danny: Oh, for Christ! Not that part. Still? Haven’t you finished that yet?
Me: Sorry, no. But I’ll try to make it quick and painless.
Lexi: Do I have to be there for that?
Me: No, you’ll be doing laundry.
Lexi: Oh, joy!
Danny: Can we do a sex scene instead?
Me: Maybe later. Okay, back to work you two.