This whole writing-a-little-every-single-day thing isn't really working for me. I keep editing what I've already written and then I can't seem to move on. I mean, I have moved on, a little, but then I go back and edit everything and then write some more and edit and write and edit and write and... so on. I have nearly twenty pages, double-spaced, and I haven't even gotten to the main part of my story yet! This won't do. I have to turn it in a week from Friday... scary, scary things. I don't think it'll be done, and then Kevin will be mad at me. Maybe if I give him enough pages to play with it won't matter so much.

I imagine my inner editor looks a lot like Kevin... except evil. Like Kevin dressed up in a devil costume, cackling maniacally and jabbing the inside of my head with that pitchfork thing every time I don't get something exactly perfect before moving on. Not that he would really do that - he's actually pretty cool about helping fix problems within stories, and coming up with suggestions and all that funness. Actually, I think the closest I've seen him even come to 'evil' would be when he was irritated at us for not turning our papers in early enough that he could grade them without having to rush, and that was really more mild frustration. My imagination is just weird. For example, my conscience looks and sounds like my mom does when she's mad about something. It yells at me a lot, but it keeps me from making (most) stupid decisions.

Okay, I've wasted enough time. I should probably get back to the story.