*kicks stupid story* Once it's finished, I'm burning it. I swear, I am. Beloved, six eyed, mutant child or no, I'm going to burn it. I'll print out a copy of it, all 50000+ words of it, and burn it. Damned birds and feathers and angels and demons and contrieved plot devices and typed versions that resemble my original like an amoeba resembles Mik Jagger. *kicks stupid story again*

I'm sorry, I'm just working on chapter 12...and it's doing its damndest to piss me off. *sigh*