Writing this on my tablet tonight while feeding the baby. Bought our plane tickets to California. I'm nervous, a nonstop flight with both kids.... Seiry will only be nine months old, too. We have never flown w a baby so young before-. And I also hate spending so much money at once. I can't help it, I have a hard time buying expensive things. I think it was from growing up poor. Ah well, we got by.
Why do I empathize with the bad guys? In movies and TV shows, unless there's no redeeming qualities at all, I always feel bad for the bad guys. Does that mean I must secretly think I'm a villain in the story I've written?