Well, okay, she did most of the talking, while I rolled over and tried to fall asleep.
Usually, I have no issues sleeping. None. I go to bed, read a little, my eyes start to droop, I turn off the light, hit the pillow and I'm out. Out until I groan when the alarm goes off at 5am so I can work out.
But last night after I put my book down and turned the lights off, there was Ava, sitting next to my bed.
And she wouldn't. Shut. Up.
She told me about a few things that were going to happen to her in the second and third books of the series I am writing (lets hope there are actually a second and third book).
She shared her frustrations with the injustice in her world. I tried to tell her that her world doesn't actually exist, but she refused to listen.
Then she told me about how one of her closest friends would betray her (when is still to be decided). At this I paid a little more attention to her. She was naturally very upset.
But my sympathy quickly went away when she continued to talk. My eyes finally did that drooping thing, two hours after my head hit the pillow. I'm sure she was still talking before she realized I was conked out.
Can you tell I'm a little tired? Crabby even?
Thanks Ava. Thanks a lot.
(I got the picture from 123rf.com. Not exactly how I picture her, but fairly close.)
Have you had a conversation with your characters lately? Was it welcomed?