Darci

Well! The Writer sure took a long time letting me on here! So what if I only halfway belong here, I'm the only one in my story that gets access to the mind. Well, one way- not sure about the other right now.
 Oooh, I'm the first one here! ... From my story. But still! First!
 Ah. Yes. My name is Darci Meyers. I'm a very special character, and only partially because I know I'm a character (my friends don't, but maybe they'll show up later). So. I really, really hope that my other writer doesn't get upset that I showed up, but charries will be charries, you know? Oh, maybe Mr. Creepy Gov Guy will show up! I owe him a coffee!
 It's a shame I'm here, though. Technically, my violin teacher should be here, getting the Writer all ready to write him. But I'd say that I deserve a little time, don't you think? Just as long as I find something to talk about besides me. It's boring when I do that.
 So, a blog, right? What do people on blogs usually talk about? Weather? The weather here's just fine, a little rainy. Unusual circumstances? Hah! What else is my story about? (I keep saying "my story". Sorry. "The story in which I co-star", better?) The ways to plan your author/authoress's demise? Nah, I might get hurt if I did that.
 Step One: laugh at them. Drives them nuts. Step Two: make a list of how to destroy them. Step Three: realize that you need them to survive.
 Wow, without an hour of consideration for everything I say, this is turning out pretty well! But then again who knows, maybe I should stop to think for awhile. The police might get me. ... I used to laugh at that... oh well. I don't like being sad. It's no fun. If there's not time for fun while you're saving the world, then what is there time for?