“Result 4 of 127.”
This is an infestation! Does this reflect my real life? I note that the was problem seems to crop up in crappy writing clusters. A few paragraphs of passive, and then I’m back to a sprinkling. As I go forward, I will endeavor to simply NOT write the passive voice. It’s like author thumb-sucking. Really.
I suppose I’ll go bang out chapter 6. 793 words in, another 1300, and we should be safely up for the remainder of the night in the orphanage. Maybe. Or the protagonist is going to murder someone, the guy with the information she really needs. That ought to be cathartic.
His life hangs in the balance.
As if it matters. Create characters, then mash out their puny existence. Muahahahahaha.