Melani Blazer

I don’t know how or why I clicked that damn button.

Tonight I cut 10 pages, and wrote 3, revising chapter three to be more…geared toward relationship development and less about…manstuff. Don’t wanna spill the juice of the story, but just know it’s heavy plot stuff with nary a heart or flower in the vicinity. So I’m having this argument with my hero.

Me: Trent, I know you wanna fire the gun and blow shit up and do what you were hired to do, but can you please notice the pretty girl I gave you. Aren’t you supposed to be… falling in love with her?

Trent: Listen, lady, don’t know who you are or what you want with me, but I’m in a serious predicament here. The enemy has located our camp and we’re in deep shit. I can’t exactly fall in love when I’m more focused on firing this weapon at the bad guys. Get it?

Me: That’s the trouble. You filled chapter three up with your fire em up action and you basically treated the heroine like a scared child. I don’t think you thought about her for more than one page. That’s why I cut it. Now we have to redo this whole scene and this time, you’re going to have her by your side. Deal with it.

Trent: You want me to fall in love and you’re doing WHAT to me? Was what you did in scene 1 not enough? What crawled up your pant leg and bit you?

Me: You’re the one in a foreign land…desert even. Don’t make me stick creepy crawlies in your sleeping bag.

Trent: Better mine than hers. *pointing to scared shitless heroine*

Me: hmph. I’m not real thrilled with her. She needs to get a grip, but she’s got baggage she has to deal with first.

Trent: Whatever. Hey, maybe you could put a creepy crawly in her blanket, that way she’ll crawl over by me.

Me: Now you’re thinking.

Trent: AFTER I get us out of this enemy infested bloodbath.

Me: Can you do it before end of chapter 3?

Trent: Sigh.
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So, I win. Sorta.
Then, smiling with victory, hit the red X in the upper right hand corner to close the doc for the night.
“Do you want to save your changes”

Trent, I swear it was him, reached out and moved the mouse RIGHT over to the “NO” button and clicked it.
My blood went cold. My eyes bugged out and I mouthed “oh shit” at least thirty times.

I lost everything I’d done.

When I open this doc tomorrow, you’d better believe there’s going to be hell to pay….