So, sweet little Miss. Eva Swithin is off to meet the big bad Mr. Harris in the company of her guides, Radar and Alexandrienne.
I'm really not sure this heart of darkness thing actually works, especially since anyone who actually knows Xander's weird sense of humor is gonna spot the twist a mile a way.
Anyway, I was reading over what I had written so far about the trip between Bamako and Djenne and realized to my complete horror that when I double-checked the details, that they didn't quite match up with my Michelin map or, Lonely Planet or Michael Palin's book Sahara.
I rechecked my notes and....
I was describing the trip between Mopti and Djenne. *headdesk*
So I had to tear apart some things and re-write. I lost so much time that I don't want to think about it.
This is very frightening. I'm writing a story that's composed almost entirely of OCs. I'm at least half-way through and Xander has yet to show.
He's talked about. A lot. But no Xander.
I blame his really stupid sense of humor.
Why on God's green earth would anyone nickname neighboring villages as Moe, Larry, Shemp, and Curly? And why would anyone on this planet think that temporarily calling his base camp "East Cupcake" is a good idea?
I worry about that boy...