Here we belong...

While I don't like to get too carried away when externalizing my characters (e.g. That whole, oh, I don't write the stories, it's all the characters school of writing), it does sometimes feel like I'm having tiny conversations in my head. Tonight's went something like this:

ME: I need to cast the demon-king of Samarkan't. I think we need Clancy Brown. (Browses GIS)

ISYLLT: Clancy Brown is hot.

ME: Seriously. Possibly the hottest guy to ever run around in a skull hat. Also the tallest.

ISYLLT: And who's he playing again?

ME: The demon-king of whatever this Nongol city is.

ISYLLT: This calls for a necromancer.

ME: Yeah, probably. Too bad you're not in this book.

ISYLLT: What do you mean I'm not in this book?

ME: Not in it. This is not a Necromancer Chronicle. You're getting into trouble somewhere else until someone pays me for TNC #4.

ISYLLT: You can't have a plot that requires flirting with a hot demon-king and not have me. This is not a job for amateurs.

ME: I didn't say anything about flirting--

ISYLLT: You yourself said he was hot.

ME: I don't think that's the point...

ISYLLT: That's why you haven't sold book 4.