You have to be careful who you pal around with. The characters made so many pots of coffee, I couldn’t stand it any longer.
The odd thing is, I don’t usually drink coffee. Good thing Netflix sent me the second disk of Castle, because, decaf or not, I know I’m going to be up late tonight.
Valerie Bonham 
March 25, 2011 at 7:02 pm
Nothing wrong with coffee. In fact, you can never have too much. I think I’d like to hang out with your characters. They seem like my kind of people.
March 25, 2011 at 11:23 pm
My husband’s like that, Kelly. Sound asleep at the moment, and I’m not.
March 26, 2011 at 11:18 am
Sounds like you had some fun.
My characters sometimes influence me like that, too. I don’t mind, as long as I don’t start eating cat food.
March 26, 2011 at 12:41 pm
:::laughing about the cat food:::
March 26, 2011 at 8:04 pm
Mmmm. Nutella. Best treat in the world! I can’t keep that stuff in the house right now because I can go through half a jar in one sitting. It’s so good, it’s wrong!
March 28, 2011 at 7:02 pm
A fellow work-shopper in a creative writing class once said she didn’t like any of my characters and that she’d never even think of inviting any of them over for tea.
“Not my kind of people,” she said as she gazed lovingly at her own manuscript, a piece filled with all manner of exciting peak oil fiction.
“What the devil’s so bad about them?” I asked another critiquer who soothed me by saying not to take it personally, some people just don’t go in for the tea-time company of a thieving poetess, an opium addicted priest or a magical Nigerian flower-seller on the run from the authorities, especially if the hosts have silver to worry about!
March 29, 2011 at 10:11 am
Have tea, but no silver, Cathy. (this morning, I went with TyPhoo — not glamorous, but it’s tasty)