Two of them, actually. The first is named Mirren. He's 6'8", has a lot of tattoos, and swears like a vampire trucker. The other is Galen, with long dark hair, eyes the color of an antarctic glacier (especially when he's hungry), and a bad habit of turning broody and morose and behaving like the Irishman he once was.
They're sitting in an imaginary Alabama town called Stockholm, pouting and feeling neglected while I--their creator--run around New Orleans with a wizard, a shapeshifter or two, and an undead pirate.
How long can I keep them at bay? Do your fictional characters ever stalk you?
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