Bless me Father, for I have sinned...I pulled a fast one on my co-writer again.
The other day, I was complaining about a story that I've been cowriting for the Ghostletters mailing list, of which I am the proud moderator. If you hazarded a look behind the cut tag, you would have seen that my complaint was that I was doing most of the writing, and said co-writer would toss in half a line and send it back to me. Well, last night, I got tired of it, and threw the story in an entirely different direction on her, and blithely asked her to deal with it. Ain't I a stinker?
Of course, many of you know that this wasn't the first time that I've done this. For example,
lourdesmont was shocked to learn that the woman with whom she was fixing up Jack O'Brian had also been in the Navy, and had nearly had the poor bastard thrown in the brig for comments about her anatomy. anderyn, whose Val was married to my Mary Cecelia, had to deal with her capricious behavior, not to mention the fact that she walked out on him at New Year's, which took everyone by surprise. I'm sure that I've done one or two things to majkia as Mary Cecelia dated her Julian, or as Lana Dean has coped with Maximus, Trevor, and Matt, but I can't recall what they were right now.My two favorites, though, were (a) nearly having Jack O'Brian expire in the arms of Denver Gotobed and (b) throwing Flan down the back stairs at St. Patrick's to keep from having to relocate him to The Refuge.
siliconshaman got me back, though...he threw my story of Mary Cecelia dealing with her high school nemesis into complete and utter chaos. And did a pretty damned good job of it, too, I have to say. 