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feeling vexed . . .

cause i've got this character in my head without a name or a face. right now he's just a voice with a slight southern inflection dronning on about this and that, interrupted only by my sighs of frustration from his incessant pestering. i've been a bit distracted lately. more or less stumped creatively and i haven't written him into anything, but i have a feeling he wants to be folded into something. i can hear him coaxing me. ... almost begging me to "fold him in cause he's easy like flour." and i may. no, i feel i must. he's all but insisted so.

rebecca.
writer.