I've started writing a bit of Starwitch and I've forgotten all about making it the dead-serious, touching story I wanted it to be. It's just too fun to write conversations between Mitch and Lilly.

Mitch shows up on her doorstep.

"Hello there. Lilly Nesmith?"

"Yeah."

"I'll put a long story short--you've got magic powers. Make use of 'em. Can I come in? It's hot out here, and I wanna take my coat off. So where am I going to stay?"

"...The wha?"

"You know. Where am I gonna stay? I need someplace to crash after a day of fun and lessons with our mighty Starwitch."

"What?"

"D'ya have a spare room or something, or shall I be rooming with the dog?"

"Back the hell up. What's going on, now?! Magic? Lessons? Starwitch? And what's up with that eight-foot rainbow scarf you just took off?"

"It was a present from my mum."

"It's very lovely."

"Thank you."




It's just far too much fun to write cute, silly chatter between the two. X3 Mitch is too silly to be serious, and I don't think any one of us would immediately take it seriously if we suddenly got magic powers. God knows I wouldn't. I would abuse those magic powers. Which is where the story came from--another dream, like Carpe Noctem. I was a witch of some kind, and Mitch was my magic knight/servant. Since I didn't need a protector, he just tagged along on powers-abusing trips through time.

Kind of like a magical-girl superheroine version of Doctor Who... crossed with Nurse Witch Komugi, crossed with Head, crossed with Yellow Submarine.

Which is why I've sworn off drugs. I've got enough of TEH CRAZIES on me.