I always get what I aim for
And you heart’n soul is what I came for
…You’ll never win
I’m irresistible, you fool,
Give in…Give in…Give in.
~”Whatever Lola Wants,” from Damn Yankees
I’m Lola. I live in Susan’s head and write her stories. She gets all the credit, but honestly, she’s nothing more than my transcriptionist. Of course, she gets all the blame, too, so I don’t make much of a fuss.
She calls me Lola because what I want, I get.
It serves well enough as a name, I suppose.
Susan wasn’t doing anything with this blog, so I’ve commandeered it. I have some things I might want to say my own self. I’m getting a little bored speaking only through her characters.
Don’t get me wrong: I love screwing with those poor people. The more Susan loves them, the more fun it is to make them suffer. If you read what we write, you can tell which characters she loves best, because I have fucked with them hard.
She really loves Isaac and Lilli. Heh.
She’s got this whole thing about wanting her characters to persevere and come through their trials stronger. That’s fine with me. I’ll give her that.
As long as they bleed on the way.
(image found at http://chicagomonster.tumblr.com/post/77244625060)