Dear [INSERT]

Today I passed the 21k mark! I'm so happy to be AHEAD of my word count, as opposed to behind. I'm proud of myself for catching up over the weekend...then getting a day ahead! That will be good for this week...ew, school. Oh, well, at least there are only four days of school this week!

Anyway, while taking a break from writing yesterday, I posted in the Dear [INSERT] thread on the Fantasy forum of the NaNoWriMo forums. Here is what I put:

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Dear Jamie,
Give Lampur a break, and stop freaking out when you hear Polly's name. Yes, I know you're going to kill me now that I've said it. And no, I won't change the end of the story, and swearing at me and calling me names won't help. Oh, and please stop eyeing all those liquor stores - I won't order Lampur and Sen to loosen up on controlling how you spend your money. Sorry, kid, but you're going to have to suffer through cold turkey on all that.
Please stop making death threats,
Your "Mother"

Dear Sen,
Why are you so hard to write? Stop being so cryptic, and tell me what you want! Do you have evil plans for Jamie? Or do you just have your own agenda? What are you DOING right now? And, more importantly, what are you GOING to do? Please stop telling me right before (or after - I hate this) I write it down, you're stressing me out!
Signed with nervousness and stress,
Your Unwilling Minion (I think...)

Dear Lampur,
Hey, man, chill. Jamie's doing the best she can. Sort of. And stop rambling so much - I thank you SO MUCH for getting my word count up, but let's move the story along! I mean, with great power (FIRST PERSON POINT OF VIEW, thankyouverymuch) comes great responsibility, and all that jazz. Oh, and stop telling the story so disjointedly. My Inner Editor wants you to know that linear stories are much easier to edit.
But dude, I love you so much compared to Mister Inner Editor (or is it miss?). You are awesome. Just slow. But you get my word count up, so I guess I shouldn't complain...
Your friend (who thanks you for being easier to write than Jamie and Sen),
Your Loving Author

Dear Polly,
I'm sorry you're dead. Get over it. Or wait - have you already gotten over it? You need to tell me...please?
Confused in California,
Your Grim Reaper

Dear Unnamed Younger Brother,
So...um...your name. You wanna tell me what it is?
Respectfully,
Your Creator

Dear Cast of Highness,
Hahah, you people are WEIRD. :D
LOLing outside your world,
Your GOD(dess)