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I hate writing exposition. I hate it with a fiery passion. At the moment all my chapters are sounding like "As you know, your father, the king..." and it's pissing me off something chronic. I just want to be able to write the damn story, not explain half of it to the reader who doesn't share the same internal universe as me.

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Wahey. Broke 2000 words. All you people who have far surpassed the required quota for today (5000 words), I hate you with the passion of a thousand fiery suns.

Yep, feeling very fiery tonight. Good night and god/dess bless, and remember that no matter how much I may hate you, I prolly love you more.

[Jesus loves you.... he just hates what you're doing. - Richard Fidler.]