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starsthatshineGAAAH!!! I just realized that I'm totally stuck when it comes to Welcome to Werewolf.
I've focused too much on the relationships in the fic and Noah has turned into something that he wasn't suppose to be. Rebecca is just so desperate and "ohhh, I can't be a werewolf" and that's so annoying so it's unreal.
Right now I've come so far that I let the villian of the fic go and "help" our three friends but I dont get it realistic and Jack is soo much less creepy than I want him. I have to shorten down the fic in a massive scale (I'm up on 20 pages) that it doesn't go good. I feel like I have to remove about 10 pages to make the story work properly.
Cassie's new love intrest Michael (I think that was what I named him ;)) is the only one that I like.... and Cassie. They are my little OTP of the story, which is totally insane. I have paired Michael up with Patricia even though I perfer him with Rebecca. Also such a weird thing....
Here is a typical passage in my little fic now... It's soooo BAD.
I'm such a terrible writer... :(
I've focused too much on the relationships in the fic and Noah has turned into something that he wasn't suppose to be. Rebecca is just so desperate and "ohhh, I can't be a werewolf" and that's so annoying so it's unreal.
Right now I've come so far that I let the villian of the fic go and "help" our three friends but I dont get it realistic and Jack is soo much less creepy than I want him. I have to shorten down the fic in a massive scale (I'm up on 20 pages) that it doesn't go good. I feel like I have to remove about 10 pages to make the story work properly.
Cassie's new love intrest Michael (I think that was what I named him ;)) is the only one that I like.... and Cassie. They are my little OTP of the story, which is totally insane. I have paired Michael up with Patricia even though I perfer him with Rebecca. Also such a weird thing....
Here is a typical passage in my little fic now... It's soooo BAD.
“What are you saying?”
“If you don’t find a cure by Sunday: I’ll turn, and when I turn back – I’m going to kill myself.” By now everyone was pretty mad at Rebecca: it was out of grief or anger no one knew.
I'm such a terrible writer... :(
