Our WIP, dear, dear Bloodlines (working title for two reasons. a. it's not about vampires and b. this.) is a bit worse for the wear. She had kind of a tough holiday, gained a few pounds, pulled a few all-nighters. Despite subscribing to the whole New Year, New You rule of thumb and getting a bit of a facelift after 40,000 of her words were trimmed off and re-worked, she still looks kind of haggard. Rode hard and put away wet, if you will.
To make matters worse, a new girl moved into LiLa Land. She's Mila Kunis pretty and SO wants to be our friend. Super-fun, always rearing to go out and ready whenever--she seems ridiculously low maintenance compared to our needy WIP. And she makes us feel young again!
Bloodlines has about 6 inches of root re-growth and Shiny New Idea has a fresh head of highlights. WIP is stress-eating leftover Christmas cookies while SNI has a personal chef preparing delicious, healthy meals. Bloodlines is all Cleveland-pasty and bloodshot eyes and Newbie is fresh off a Cabo vacation, well-rested and bronzed. What a bitch.
So, we have a confession. We've just pulled a mean-girls, you're-not-my-friend-anymore-and-everyone-else-ditched-you-too move on poor Bloodlines. Mila has slinked her way into our Word Document, earned herself a brand-spanking new folder and a kick-ass synopsis.
Bloodlines, we owe you an apology. It's not that you're not good enough, because we had just figured out a way to make you work. And it's not as though we're ditching you because you're not shiny and pretty--who are we to judge? We live in yoga pants and ponytails. It's all about timing. If it makes you feel any better, this is just a break. It's totally not a break up. We just need some time, some space. It's not you, it's us.
Um, just ignore all those damn pictures taken by the paparazzi of us frolicking around with our laptops and typing furiously in our pretty new, completely uncomplicated Word document.
You know what they say, "If you love something, set it free...."
We'll be back. Pinky swear promise.
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