Saving Quinn I was too tired to do anything. That’s what I told myself, anyway, as I sat in front of the television, splayed out across the couch like a beached starfish. I’d given up. Anxiety had won for the day, which meant that nothing less than a fire or a severe case of peckishness could have made me move from that spot.Saving Quinn by Marian-ette
Meanwhile, my poor main character, a thirteen-year-old girl by the name of Quinn, had been totally abandoned in the over-revised, underdeveloped first few paragraphs of Chapter One. I glanced over at my computer screen. I could almost see her there, frozen in place, waiting impatiently for me to get off of my lazy bum so that she could go somewhere and do something.
“Do what? Go where?” I asked her.
She glared out at me from the world beyond the screen. “Anywhere,” she replied (or, so I imagined). “I don’t care. Just get me out of this stupid room!”
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