Not to scare you, but there’s more than one kind of writer’s block.
There’s the overarching plot kind of writer's block, which is big and broad and says, “I don’t know what happens next.” There’s the links-in-a-chain kind, which is like a map with paint spilled on it and says, “I know the beginning, and I know the end, and I have no idea how to get there.”
Then there’s the stubborn character kind of writer's block, which I like to summarize as, “My protagonist is being a butt.”
Are you suffering from main-character-freeze? Has your protagonist rejected your plot? Refused her lines? Taken a swing at your muse, and given you a bad case of writer's block?
Fortunately, there's a way out. Here are three tips to get your protagonist’s engine re-started.
3 Solutions To Protagonist-Induced Writer's Block
I’ve been there. Writing a story, building a world, working out some mind-blowing idea, only to find that my protagonist—my baby, my writing-muse-of-choice—refuses to play along.
It stalls the whole story. It trips up the other characters and turns well-considered plot-points into contrived garbage (or so says my Inner Editor, but she isn't very nice).
So what do you do when your character won't play along? Force them? Write over them, as if the plot is a train and your heroine is tied to the tracks? (P. S. Don't, unless your nom de plume is Snidely Whiplash.)
The first thing to do to get out of protagonist-induced writer's block is hear your character out and treat their complaints as valid.
1. Learn to Listen
Of course, your character isn't actually real. He or she is part of your own complicated writer-mind, but that's actually why this works. When your character refuses to do something you want her to do, there's a good chance that she – functioning as your subconscious mind – has caught a plot hole that your conscious mind missed.
I can't tell you how many times my current protagonist has simply shut down the scene he was in, refusing to play along, and only when I analyzed the scene itself did I realize he was right. It lacked impact; it lacked the emotion I was going for. It was, at best, skimmable.
My novel outline said one thing, but my subconscious mind knew it wouldn't work – and it took my bratty protagonist to get my attention.
2. Change Setting
Sometimes, your protagonist freezes because they're functioning according to a background detail or personality quirk you don't yet know.
Just like real people, your character can always surprise you. We already have lists of “They would never/would always do ___,” but it can be both humbling and helpful to admit we don't know everything about them. Forcing a character into the wrong mold is painful, and it can wreck the whole scene. (Han shot first, am I right?)
Fortunately, there's an easy way to unearth these new details: drop your character into a scenario that has nothing to do with your plot.
Take your hairy barbarian and make him manager of a ski resort in Vail, CO.
Remove your type-A hotshot lawyer's high heels and give her a job as a reflexologist in Arkansas.
Encourage your beaten-down (yet plucky!) heroine to abandon her heated romance and go live in a one-room loft with eight dogs and a parrot.
Do this intending not to publish it. Make it silly and completely unconnected with your story. Why? Because in a ridiculous and unfamiliar situation, your character will reveal things about themselves you would never have known otherwise.
Your barbarian might have a sophisticated sense of humor, which changes every conversation between him and his Hated Foe from page one.
Your lawyer might be tone-deaf and so embarrassed she avoids any potentially musical situation, including the homes of musical clients.
Perhaps your plucky heroine is a genius with finances and never bothered to tell you – which is why she refused to take a terrible job just for extra cash.
Whatever the unknown detail is, it could be what was missing from your story. Uncovering it could give your character the green light to move on.
3. Get A Different Set of Eyes
If all else fails, give your protagonist a time-out and tell your story from a someone else's perspective.
The fact is that Carl the janitor will not see the same events as your protagonist because of three factors: different physical location, different presuppositions, and a different internal filter.
These three details really do change everything.
Have you seen the movie Vantage Point? I won't give you spoilers in case you haven't, but the gist is this: there's a murder, and six different points of view are needed to tell the full tale. Missing any one of them changes the plot completely, with disastrous consequences.
There are times when the only way to really know the whole story is to see the same thing from different points of view. Don't be afraid to explore them until your plot-knot comes undone.
Have you ever had protagonist-induced writer's block? What did you do to get out of it? Let me know in the comments section.
PRACTICE
Ready to get over protagonist-induced writer's block?
Take fifteen minutes and try one of the three tips above: listening to your character's complaints, dropping your character into a bizarre situation, or tackling your plot from a different point of view. Post your practice in the comments below!
I’ve used #3 a lot in my book. I switch between the two main characters all the time (they’re two of three triplets) and their different experiences give them different voices
and attitudes that I can describe a scene with. It also forces perspective for the reader so you don’t necessarily get all the action at once and hopefully keeps people going. I like to think this is why I haven’t had too many problems with stubborn characters.
Lately they’ve been working pretty well together, but right now I’m trying to introduce a new (and fairly important) character and I’m struggling with the reasons he shows up there and then. This is written from that new character’s perspective.
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Tyr followed Crispin through the thick underbrush, only knowing where to go because of how bright the wolf’s white coat shone in the darkness of the forest. Where are you
leading me this time? He and Crispin frequently left the base to explore and practice their skills on unsuspecting targets. Ajack encouraged it, since with each trip he grew stronger and more adept. It was also the perfect excuse to figure out how far this damn forest stretched, how close he was to getting lost in a village or city and never going back.
Crispin dug and shimmied under an enormous root. Tyr knew he couldn’t climb over it easily. He raised his right hand and gently swept it to the side. The hole Crispin used widened enough for Tyr to follow his companion. When he stood up, he noticed the wolf’s ears standing erect, body frozen. What did you find, boy? Tyr knew that if he spoke it would break Crispin’s focus, so he knelt down and waited. It had been a week since they left the base, longer than anyone had unless it was for an assignment. People might come looking for him, force him back. Tyr couldn’t have that. They may be his brothers, but he would do what was necessary if it meant his freedom.
I think this is a great start, Kieran. When you say you’re struggling over when he shows up, do you mean finding a reason in the plot for him to arrive just then?
Sort of. I already knew when I wanted Tyr to enter the book, it was the details behind it (and some of his actions during the story) that I struggled with. Writing a scene from his perspective really helped me understand it, although I’m not planning on including his perspective in the book.
Really, I think the better service would be to make Conan, the hairy barbarian, the reflexologist or even a masseuse. I had to look that one up. Just getting him clients would be an interesting exercise.
The lights were low and 50 year old Barny Oglethorpe could see nothing. The music was … soothing. Not the normal elevator music that was expected. Maybe Ravel? Not Bolero though. The massage table was comfortable, just perfect, his face in the funny hole these tables had. Barney had a few minutes time to think. “What am I going to do if it’s that blonde I saw down the hall? God I hope not. She was va va voom. Damn I’ll never be able to roll on my back. Oh hell, damn belly’s so big unless she rips the sheet off she’ll never see anything, anyway. Crap. Hope it’s not the blonde. Why did I listen to Harry and the other guys at work? Was I really supposed to pull my underwear off? If someone doesn’t show up soon I’m leaving. Nice music.”
He started when he heard the soft sigh as the door opened. Steps to the right side of the table. The slight shuffle as something was set down on the bench over there. An aromatic odor suddenly filled the air, pleasant. Was that what his wife had called lavendar?
“Oh great, going back to work smelling like a flower bed. The guys on the dock will love that.”
Another shuffle, and then a touch on both shoulders. Hands. Warm, firm but yet soft. Thumbs needing both sides of his neck.
“Oh man they hit that spot that was always so tight. Oh god that feels good. Oh my god it’s got to be the blonde. Oh hell, got to be the blonde. Damn how does she know where it’s tight. Ugh. Oh god, relax Barney just relax, oh man yeah go with it.”
The process continued all the way down to the his toes, and shortly Barney didn’t care if it was the blonde. Whoever it was he felt the tension just melt as those magic hands kneaded and worked every ounce of tension out of him.
Then, the very las thing he expected happened. A male voice, deep and loaded with masculinity, suddenly intruded and said, “Roll over please.”
Quickly Barney assesed the situation. No, no need to worry about THAT. He had thouroughly relaxed and forgotten THAT. Ok, roll over, keep the sheet in place and roll over no problem. Once on his back he eyes opened wide as he saw his masseuse. Six five, at least 250 and not a trace of fat anywhere. Dark hair down the massive biceps and forarms, white t-shirt straining. Barney got a looked at Conan’s face, and saw a gentleness he would not have expected.
“Relax, Mr. Oglethorpe. We’re almost finished.”
Well, this was very cute. Is this the man who’s never been in love?
eArnie, no that’s not him. If anything Conan would be the substitution for the female protagonist I’m creating. This a different venue for me, and Conan may have jarred something loose. I’ve changed the venue where John, he’s the confirmed bachelor, and Sarah meet, Sarah seems to be co-opeerating now. It’s like she likes where I have her.
Hahaha! This is great! Congratulations – you made me laugh. 😀
I absolutely love this article–Ruthanne, you capture the essence of what a writer wants to accomplish with our characters, and you voice a lot of what I’ve felt with some of my own characters. I really like the idea of dropping the character in an unusual place. Sometimes I get protagonist writers block because I love to write scenes with physical peril in them, and she doesn’t always cooperate. Like I’ll try to write her running for her life, etc., and BAM! I hit a wall. Maybe my character is trying to tell me something. Thank you for your advice! : )
Thanks, 709Writer! I’m really glad to hear that. I hope it works for you. Please let me know if you have any success!
The rest of the journey to the town was rather uneventful. Though the sun had set long ago, the place was brightly light. It kind of reminded me of Baltimore as far as illumination went. ‘Looks like City Adventures – BattleHammer Urban Guide was off with saying Glimmer Torches were state of the art.’
It’s been a bit disconcerting how both similar and dissimilar the game was to the reality. On the one hand, details on being such as the gods and demons seemed to be remarkably true, but on the other, certain races and monsters were either not included, or they were vastly different. I’ve wondered more than once since arriving here if anyone from my world has visited and used those experiences to create the game.
The small city was surrounded by a massive black stone wall with an equally large gate blocking the entrance. As we drew closer, I was able to make out the gate was some sort of pitted black iron. A guardhouse stood to the left. When we drew to within about four and a half meters, a guard stepped out.
He looked like a regular human dressed in chain mail with a longsword on his hip and a round wooden shield on his arm. He lifted a torch in the air, and I saw the silver eyes and light scales that indicated his mixed blood. “Halt. Who goes there?” His voice sounded like he was speaking through a mouth full of broken glass.
“Resher, it’s me.” Weijia stepped further into the light as she spoke.
He gaped at her. “You’re alive?”
“Nope. She’s dead. You’re talking to a corporeal ghost.”
“Carter, hush.”
I love this! Monsters, video games, alternate worlds? I’d read more of this in a heartbeat.
Thank you. It’s actually more of a tabletop role-playing game. The first book is out if you want to give it a read: amzn.com/B00LDYV9YS
Fantastic! Thanks for the link!
You’re welcome. I hope you enjoy it. If you do, would you leave a review and maybe tell a friend?
Yep!
Thank you. It is much appreciated. 🙂
I love the prose throughout this piece. Such beautiful details, bringing out such a magical feel and charm to the story overall.
Thank you. I’m glad you liked it.
This was great, Ruthanne! Thanks for this and all you have done for us writers. We are grateful.
Aww, thanks, Ruth! We writers are all in this together. 🙂
Thanks Ruthanne. I’ve got one of these character blocks by the way. I’ve got “his” side of the story started, but every time I go to “her” I go blank. The story is based on the song “I’ve never been in Love before”, and a middle aged man and woman meet. It’s his first time to be in love, which is what I want to tell. But, man, she just does not want to play.
I wonder if you’re pushing too hard in one direction. Maybe she’s just not that into him. I don’t know how your story is displaying it, but it seems to me that if a man is of that age and falling in love for the first time it would be the stupid kind. I mean, the kind where he completely takes leave of his senses – temporarily. Euphoria replaces reason, which is never an entirely good thing. And how would a middle aged woman react to that sort of thing?
I hear you. Have you tried popping her into a completely different situation? Nothing to do with the love story, for example.
I changed how they meet, to fit both characters better, and that seems to be working.
Fantastic! I’m glad to hear it!
You’ll see it in the One, Weekly.
I could see what they were doing. They didn’t pay attention to me and I stayed far enough behind that they couldn’t hear me, but I kept up with them. Boys are kind of stupid that way. I don’t mind saying that about my brother, but it hurts my heart a little bit to say it about Joshua. But, it’s true. They’re so wrapped up in what they’re doing it would never occur to them to think twice about it, or that a girl (like me, for example) would enjoy being with them. Or, they wouldn’t enjoy being with me, anyway.
I could have stayed inside reading, but I needed to get out and stretch my legs. Besides, there was a big hole in my stomach knowing that Joshua and my brother were playing together and I wasn’t invited. From my perch up in the tree I could see them several yards away. I think I might know why they wouldn’t have enjoyed me being there. Possibly because they wouldn’t feel like they could talk openly, but probably because I could build a fire better than either one of them could. Also, I knew better than to do it in a field of dead grass. When I saw my brother pull the matches out of his pocket I knew I’d better do something. I don’t like to tattle; that’s certainly no way to get them to like me. But, I could see trouble brewing.
I went back home. At first I was real quiet, then I ran like the dickens because I knew that I had to get there and back before my stupid brother and his friend, who is possibly not quite as stupid, caused too much damage. I didn’t go to Mom. Mothers exaggerate. Mothers wail and scream. I knew Dad could keep a secret. I wanted him to help, but I didn’t want him to tell them that I had come to get him. Mom would have told them all about it while she was telling them all about how the cow ate the cabbage. Once her mouth starts going real good there’s no stopping it. Even when she runs out of sense and starts talking nonsense, you just have to listen and say, “Yes Ma’am”.
Really good, I enjoyed this. But I have to ask if it was a substition, a view from the little pain-in-the-butt sister, to get something else to work? “how the cow ate the cabbage” is so absolutely absurd, that it actually makes sense. Good job.
Thank you. It’s been a long day and I’ve had to wait to get home in order to reply as myself. I appreciate your remarks. Yes, it is a scene that I was having a difficult time with. The story is told from the point of view of Joshua, but this scene wouldn’t sound natural. So, I thought I’d try one of her tricks to see how it came out. This snippet is much better than what I had been working on for this scene.
Oh, my! This seems to be heading toward a dangerous situation. I’d definitely be interested in whatever happens next!
I love the way you build up excitement, antispation, and suspense within this story. Some great work here.
Thank you, Kiki. I appreciate your taking the time to read and comment.
I’ve had all kinds of writer’s block. I learned that much of the protagonist-induced ones were because the logical side of my brain just wouldn’t shut up, “Orson, you misspelled this. You call that believable?I You’ve got to pick up the pace, c’mon man!” I had to take a moment away from the page and deal with the side that wanted dominance; you shouldn’t ignore it. I told the logical side,”Hey, it’s going to be fraught with spelling errors – I promise to proofread as I always do. If it’s not believable now, at least I wrote SOMETHING; this stays until I can revamp it again (and again, if need be… and it usually is). The speed will come with more “muscle-use” – I’ve got to be the best me I can be.
Then I go over my notes on the brief character biography. I take a moment to think of quirks and favorite music he likes and things that act as his pet peeves; does he drink? does he act out? does he have a jerk lurking within him that deserves slap on the face? does he get flustered at times? and what brings that on? After ten minutes or so, with the “Brainstorming Inquisition”, I return to the page on which I felt stuck.
Many perceived blocks are simply speedbumps that get you to move cautiously. I try not to think of them as towering walls, and moreover, I always expect those bumps. But just wait until I get on the parkway!
I enjoyed your article, Ruthanne. A million thanks!
I like the way you think, Orson! I call that little voice in my head the Editor, and she is a pain in the butt. 🙂 It’s awesome to hear how you’re beating that. Thanks for sharing!
Dominica Moore’s First Day Of Training
By Kiki Stamatiou a. k. a. Joanna Maharis
It was Dominica Moore’s first day of training as a life insurance agent. She hadn’t gotten her license yet, but she’s doing her training, recruiting, and studying for her state license exam for selling life insurance all at the same time.
She’s out with her boss and trainer, Tom Spence. He’s showing her the ropes for talking to potential clients, and introducing them to Prominence Life Insurance Company. Dominica had to start by putting together a list of potential clients and then make the calls. Unfortunately, she her nerves were eating her up.
At Tom Spence’s office he advised her, “Start dialing the numbers of your potential clients. Follow the script just like we talked about, Dominica.”
“I don’t know. Perhaps I should study the script some more. I still need to go over the rest of the training materials yet for my state exam. And then doing the recruiting has me all stressed out. I don’t know if I can call people right now. What if they hang up on me. How would I handle the rejection. I’ve done sales in the past. Many of my potential clients weren’t interested. They weren’t receptive to the products I’m was selling, Mr. Spence,” she said while wiping her palms on her slacks.
“Just take a deep breath. Do a mental practice read a few times. If you like, you can practice on me, by make believing I’m the potential client. See how things go. It would be a good way to calm your nerves,” Tom Spence suggested while sitting at his desk doing some work on his Smart Phone.
Dominica read through the script a few times silently to herself. Then, she read it aloud,
practicing as Tom Spence said, using him as a potential client for life insurance. First, he pretended to be a nice customer, who was interested in meeting with her to do her training and meet with her trainer to possibly purchase life insurance. Then, he pretended to be a difficult customer so she could get some practice in dealing with a difficult customer.
Doing well practicing with her trainer was one thing, but dealing with the real world was something entirely different. She dialed the number of the first person on her list. It was a family friend whom she hoped would be a potential client to buy life insurance from her and her trainer. He was receptive in setting up an appointment. Dominica was
more at ease with herself and obtained a bit more confidence.
She then dialed a number of a class mate she hadn’t seen in years, but was close friends back during her high school years. The woman wasn’t receptive. She told Dominica she wasn’t interested in meeting with her, because she had a busy schedule every day of the week, and to please not call her again. Dominica’s heart sank. She couldn’t understand why the woman would talk to her that way, because they were close back in high school. Then, again, it had been years since they spoke, because they lost touch.
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2015
Not bad. This has serious potential. I noted a couple issues.
In the beginning, you switch back and forth between past and present tenses. That’s something you want to keep track of.
I notice you tend to repeat words and phrases a few times. Plus there is a lot of telling us what is happening instead of showing us. All of us beginners make the same mistakes. You’ll get better with practice.
We could use more details, too. I’ll use your last two paragraphs to illustrate a way for you to consider rewriting it.
“Practicing with Tom was one thing, but dealing with potential clients was another. Dominica took a deep breath as she glanced over her list. Oh, Dave looks like he might be good. As a family friend, I should have an in with him. As the phone rang, she realized she was biting her nails. Shaking it off, she dried her fingers on her slacks, peering surreptitiously at her trainer. He didn’t seem to notice her nervousness.
Dave turned out to be amenable to the idea of buying life insurance from her company, so, after noting his info into the computer, she transferred him to Tom.
Buoyed by that success, her muscles loosened, allowing her to relax for the first time since the day started. Ooh, Tiffany Meyer is next on my list. I wonder how she’s doing? It sucks we lost touch after graduation. We used to be so tight.
“Hello?” The voice was distracted.
“Hi, Tiffany. It’s Dominica.”
“Who?”
“Dominica Moore? We were in high school together.”
“Oh, hey, what’s up?”
“I just got a job as a life insurance salesman and -”
“Sorry, I’m not interested. I’m hyper busy and I’m booked.”
“But -”
“Please don’t call me again. Bye.”
She slumped back in her chair. What gives? We used to be so close in school. Scratching her jaw, she tilted her head to the right. Then again, it has been fifteen years since we spoke.”
I hope this gives you ideas and helps out some.
Dominica Moore’s First Day Of Training (Draft 2)
By Kiki Stamatiou a. k. a. Joanna Maharis
Sitting opposite of Tom Spence in his office, Dominica started coughing uncontrollably.
Tom Spence asked, “Can I get you a drink of water before we start training procedures today, Dominica,” as he noticed her licking her dry lips.
“I’m be alright in a minute,” Dominica said, trying to ease the dryness of her throat by clearing it and swallowing hard to get moisture in there.
“I’ll go get you some water,” he insisted as he got up from his desk,
walked over to the water cooler, took a cup, filled it with water, and walked back over to his desk, presenting it to Dominica who reluctantly accepted.
She swallowed the water so fast, some of it went hard down her throat,
and went into her lungs, causing her to cough to clear it out.
I knew I’d be somewhat nervous, but I never expected things to go this bad, where I’d be making an utter fool of myself before my trainer and boss. Mr. Tom Spence must think I’m some stupid goof ball. I wish I wasn’t so nervous today of all days. I never knew it would be this hard
here at Prominence Life Insurance Company, she thought to herself.
Dominica set her list of names and addresses onto Tom Spence’s desk, placing the cup of water down beside it. Reaching for a pen, she knocked over the cup of water, causing it to spill all over her client list and some of Tom Spence’s important papers.
Noticing how nervous Dominica was, Tom Spence advised her, “Calm down. Take a few deep breaths,” getting up from his desk, headed into his private bathroom, returned with some paper towels, and patted them own down onto his desk, especially the papers, to salvage them, “The papers weren’t too badly damage. They seem to be
alright. Your list is still legible, although some of the numbers are smeared. I have my copy of your client list I photo copied.” He handed the list to Dominica, suggesting, “Start dialing the numbers of your potential clients. Follow the script just like we talked about, Dominica.”
“I don’t know. Perhaps I should study the script some more. I still need to go over the rest of the training materials yet for my state exam. And then doing the recruiting has me all stressed out. I don’t know if I can call people right now. What if they hang up on me. How would I handle the rejection. I’ve done sales in the past. Many of my potential clients weren’t interested. They weren’t receptive to the products I’m was selling, Mr. Spence,” she said while wiping her palms on her slacks.
“Just take a deep breath. Do a mental practice read a few times. If you like, you can practice on me, by make believing I’m the potential client. See how things go. It would be a good way to calm your nerves,” Tom Spence suggested while sitting at his desk doing some work on his Smart Phone.
Dominica read through the script a few times silently to herself. Then, she read it aloud, using Tom Spence as a potential client.
Pretending to be a nice customer interested in meeting with her, he said, “That day and time will be fine. I’ll be sure to mark it on my calendar, so I don’t forget you’ll be stopping by, Dominica.”
Dominica bit her lip, took a couple deep breaths, and proceeded again, as Tom Spence pretended to be a difficult customer this time, “Where did you say you were from?”
“I’m calling to set up an appointment for my trainer and me to meet with you. The name of the company is Prominence Insurance Company,” Dominica said in a shaky voice.
“Not interested,” Tom Spence replied while pretending to hang up the phone.
Doing well practicing with her trainer was one thing, but dealing with the real world was something entirely different. Dominica started breaking off her nails as she fidgeted with her fingers, letting the pieces drop to the floor, hoping Tom Spence wouldn’t notice. Taking out her cell phone from her purse, she dialed the number of the first person on her list.
“Yes, I’ll be happy to meet with you and your trainer, Dominica. 1:30 p. m. this Wednesday will be fine. Look forward to meeting with the both of you. See ya then,” he said, and hung up.
Dominica let out a sigh of relief upon completing her first call.
She then dialed a number of a class mate she hadn’t seen in years, but was close friends back during her high school years. The woman wasn’t receptive, and said,
“Dominica, I’m interested in meeting with or your trainer. I have a busy schedule every day of the week. Please don’t call me again.”
Noticing the disappointment on Dominica’s face, Tom Spence said, “It’s alright, Dominica. Not everyone will be receptive. You did great today, especially with getting an appointment with your first potential client. All you need are two more appointments for your training, and that’s it. Just keep trying everyone on your list until you get at least two more yes’s. Don’t get discouraged. You can do this.”
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2015
You really created a sense of nervousness. I could feel it; It was palpable. I hope poor Dominica has a transformative moment.
Thank you so much, eArnie. I appreciate your kind words. I’m humbled.
Excellent. This is much better. You improve faster than I do. 🙂
Thank you so very much, R.w. Foster, for your helpful suggestions. I appreciate the feedback and the help. Thank you for helping me to become an even better writer.
You’re welcome. Glad I could be of some assistance.
This is delightful to watch! Talk about the writer’s community at work. 🙂 Great job, Kiki!
My protagonist, Maelyn, enjoys torturing me by not listening to a word I say. Go back inside, Maelyn, I said once, and she did… Only to climb up a ladder onto the roof.
Run away from the evil lady with the needle, Maelyn, I said. She fainted, of course.
Fall in love with Theo, Maelyn, I said. She obsesses over her dead best friend Alexei. Stop thinking about Alexei, Maelyn, I said. She thinks about Alexei. Don’t let Theo touch your hair, Maelyn, I said, only to watch as my solitary, never lets people near her, closed off main character let Theo braid her hair. (Then I realized I was telling her not to do something I’d just told her to do. She was listening to me after all!) Maelyn, follow Sioka and go outside, I said, and she went off to dinner. Maelyn, go read that college level scientific article, I said, only to watch as she went right to sleep.
She doesn’t listen to anything I say. I’m going to go try these now. Thank you soooooo much for writing this!!!!
Toria, that is ALL too familiar with me! Haha! This character sounds like someone who’s going to charm readers. 😀