WAS IT SOMETHING I SAID?

THE END… Good. My manuscript is finished. Or pretty much done. Nearly there. Whatever… Little voices in my head. My characters bickering with me. Bickering with each other. "You aren't done with us are you?" "Don't we have to save the world? Fall in Love? Have a terminal disease and have a really poignant death scene?" No, I tell them. You behave. You're done. I made you do everything you need to do. Stop bothering me. "But she got more lines than I did." "Hey, that's because I was the main character." "*cough* *cough* I don't think so." "Well I was key in the inciting incident." "No I think you were key in comic relief." "Stop hitting me." "You started it." "Did not." "Did too." "Did not." Can. You. All. BE QUIET! I'm trying to get some sleep. *Whisper* "See what you did? Now you pissed her off." "What do you mean me? You were the one who said we needed to do more." "Yeah well I think she missed some opportunities. This manuscript could really do well except for your portrayal." "MY portrayal? MY PORTRAYAL??!!!" "I just don't think you're sympathetic enough." "I'm sympathetic. You're deeply flawed. DEEPLY flawed." If you guys can't shut up I will write you BOTH out of this book. You hear me? "This is all your fault." "YOUR fault." "YOUR FAULT." "What's that sound?" "Uh oh. She's going over to her computer." "She's typing." "Hey we're sor_" "Please. Don't ARRRRGGG_" Ah. Blessed silence. Being an author is much more pleasant without characters...