Yelling at the characters

Well I digress and somehow I have managed to go off into never never land of my imagination leaving my characters sitting on the side of the road waving “hey you why did you leave us here? We want you to tell our story and yet you are ditching us.”

I yell back to my characters, “Hey now some of the effort has to come from you and well there are two of you!”  I glare at the twins, “And you are not co-operating either! You keep twisting around and dodging the stuff that you don’t want to talk about! Yes I know it is hard but  I can’t really tell your story if you don’t talk to me or even tell me what is going on!”

I watched as the twins turned to each other, and then I barely caught their whispers, “She is going nuts and its not our fault that we don’t feel comfortable talking about stuff.”

I raised my eyebrows at them,  “You have problems then and so I give you ideas but you whine and shift around and say no. So  you can sit there for a while and contemplate life.  I am going for a walk.”  I stormed off leaving them alone on the road.

But some how I could still hear them in the back of my mind, it was almost like they hadn’t left, or I hadn’t stormed off.  But I was mad and I want to move on out of the swamp.  There was only so may ways that I can keep talking about the dampness and the humidity of that place.  I turned around and there they were trudging behind me.

“Hey!” I shouted as I looked around, “We are not in the swamps anymore!”

The twins stopped looked at each other  and then turned back to me standing  on the road that was pitted and cracked in places. obviously  it hadn’t been driven down in a very long time.  There was a small trail of grass growing in the center of the scarred tar.   The boy scuffed his feet on the road.  “Yeah maybe.”  He kept his head down the dark hair fell into his face covering his eyes.  He pushed it to the side but it didn’t stay there.