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Regan scowled at him. "Nothing. Really. It's just... a feeling. Incidentally, author, the horses should be feeling uneasy too, and Meredith ought to be more aware than I am of things being dead all around us. You've started out with the wrong POV again."
"She's right," Meredith said. "So let's quietly switch POV and pretend that I started this conversation, because it'll make editing easier later on. Regan, everything's dead. There's nobody in the fields and I can't even sense any wildlife nearby."
The moral of this story is: never let anally-retentive characters write themselves. Especially when the fourth wall is flimsy and easily-broken.
"She's right," Meredith said. "So let's quietly switch POV and pretend that I started this conversation, because it'll make editing easier later on. Regan, everything's dead. There's nobody in the fields and I can't even sense any wildlife nearby."
The moral of this story is: never let anally-retentive characters write themselves. Especially when the fourth wall is flimsy and easily-broken.
