A Deal is Struck

So there was suspense, evidently drawn out so long that it all disappeared. I guess that's what happens when you spread it too thin. The reason it all went poof is thus: Little Miss Author forgot. Anyway, here's what'll be happening around here:

This blog will hopefully become a repository of flash fiction and short stories by Little Miss Author, featuring yours truly. She's been wanting to work on flash and shorts for a while, but she's not sure what to do. I want a story. I get a bunch of stories, I guess it turns out. It was quite the debate, under pressure. I get to keep my commentary on her, at least in some stories. As for genre? Little Miss Author has no clue.

Rants! Hooray!

I must say, probably 90% or so of this blog will be a rant, most likely against Miss Author. I've been poking her for a few days now about stories, but she keeps ignoring me. But I've been thinking - or maybe making Miss Author think, since it seems to work better - sending her into memory lane, tossing in story ideas, and I think I'm weakening her. Hopefully, someday I'll be able to get myself a story. It's strange though, I never really minded for a while, I kind of popped into existence as a Role Play character, when she actually used to Role Play, and then she maybe took a liking to me, so bits and pieces of me got thrown into stories, and I was dragged out as myself in some chats when character building was being done. I never really used to care that I didn't have a story. I was shoved into my cage because of my evil influence and grudge list, and I would break out when I could and cause some ruckus. Maybe I'm tired of that. Maybe I wouldn't be so destructive if I just had a better outlet, you know?

Little Miss Author has some vague ideas right now, but I'm not allowed to share them apparently. Cue suspense!

So What?

I finally got around to pestering Miss Author about getting me a story, but she seems so unhappy to give me one, like she's afraid she'll lose me if she does. Apparently I'm her muse or something. Whatever. I'm a character in her head.

My name is Jacki, I'm... Huh, what am I? Little Miss Author isn't much of a drawing artist, so often times I don't particularly have a defined form. Usually my hair's dark brown, I think. I'm average height, tanned enough from the sun, oh, and often times half-otter, kinda. I typically keep an otter tail, but it comes and goes. She's not so good with defining people. My weapons get definitions though. I often carry a dirk, though currently I need a new one, and occasionally I have a nice sling and stone pouch, embroidered. I think they're supposed to have some family significance to me, but Miss Author didn't get it ingrained enough in my head I guess. If I had a story, I'd know. I'd have a history. As it is, no one knows who my parents are, or if I even have any, or anything about me except that I'm a figment of her imagination. She's not all that kind to her characters, really. Better to have a story and die than to be caught in limbo like this, no true form or memory. She really treasures memory, for one reason or another, but she doesn't have the kindness to grace me with any.

But here I go being depressing. I'm not always like this, really. When you put me with a friend or two we have a great time. Just don't ask me what my story is. I have none.

-Jacki, the otter-girl caught in limbo