There I was, on my bed, thinking about my antagonist and why he is the way he is. I mean he’s 17: what reason could he possibly have for being so screwed up? And then I started imagining things, and "What if"s and I let my imagine drift… And then: it made sense. Everything fit.
Don’t you love it when that happens?
I think I’m gonna go write now, instead of wasting time reading LJs, no matter how interesting they are.