Writer: I am so stalled out right now.

Jon: And then there were–

Writer: Don’t you dare finish that sentence.

Jon: eep.

Writer: I am so out of ideas on how to move the darned story forward. *glares at computer screen*

Jon: Then don’t. Duh.

Writer: No bears! Wait, what?

Jon: Don’t. Just write in ‘and then they had dinner and Bethany was snotty and Jon and Trish plotted her demise because having an overachiever as a sibling is really a pain (even if she is nice, just trying too hard to be perfect). And then get on to the fun bits.

Writer: …I can do that?

Jon: *blink*

Writer: Right, right. NaNo away! *poses dramatically*

Jon: *sighs*

They played video games until dinner, in which Trish kicked Jon’s butt. Repeatedly. Then they all gathered and Jon was forced to listen to his sister point out that he was ‘wasting his talent’ and he could ‘do so much better’ if he only tried. Which was pretty much par for the course.

He retreated as soon as he could to his apartment, and crashed for the night.