To the heroine of my novel-in-progress.
What is your problem? Why do you act so sullen? I've given you not one, not two, but three hot males to choose from, and yet you stomp around looking surly and chewing a day-old piece of what was once strawberry-flavoured bubblegum, fiddling with your belly piercing and refusing to join in.
We've got a plot to develop here, girl! This is your last chance to be the heroine of a nerotic novel!
It pains me to say it, but this is your final written warning. If you don't show a bit of moxie (my favourite new word - from our Violet Blue interview over at lustbites) within the next week you are getting the chop, in favour of a light-hearted paranormal romp featuring witches.
Thin ice, girl, thin ice.
yours in puzzled desperation,