My hands hurt.

Too much writing makes Hollan a tired girl. Really. My wrists are killing me. I need to take a break for a couple of days, maybe. But I did post a link to a writing sample of mine from my YA fantasy novel "The White City." I know you want to check it out here! Enjoy ^_^

Oh Behave! Seriously. Behave.

Generally, I don't like to hurt myself but *bangs head into wall* It's one of those days. You know which one I'm talking about. The days when nothing seems to go right with whatever you're trying to do.

There I was, trying to get my 2000 words in on my WIP, and I couldn't do it. It was like trying to claw my way out of an iron box. Or trying to watch MTV. Yeah, that painful.

No matter how I try to deny it, I can't help but feel like I know what's wrong. My MC (Winner, for future reference) and his friend (Keane) want to be more than just friends. That's right. They want to get all freaky in my MS! The nerve! It's science fantasy not romance, and here they want to be all gay and wonderful? I didn't have any of this planned! Okay, I don't really outline, but still. Sure they're supposed to like each other, but this is going too far.

What to do, what to do? Let them at each other and see how it goes? Keep writing with all that delicious sexual tension building until it bursts? Or ignore it? I don't know!

*deep breath* Okay, tomorrow's another day. Maybe it will be easier. Or they'll be less horny.

Winner: Don't bet on it.

Hollan: Shut up, you!