I like the stories where there’s a big bad, and the protagonist has to decide which side to stand on. I like it when the protagonist digs in his or her heels and says, basically, “Screw this. I know you’re a big bad, and I may not have what it takes to defeat you, but I am not giving in.”
I believe that there are powerful forces in this world, forces for good and forces for evil. A lot of times it seems like things pretty much maintain the status quo, pushing back and forth at each other, so that nothing seems to change a whole helluva lot. But sometimes something slips up, and the foe shows his hand in a way that perhaps was unintentional, or at least the viewing of it by the protagonist was unintentional.
This may not make sense to anyone reading here. And that’s okay. It’s not for you. It’s for me. And it’s for the big bad. Because the big bad just pissed me off. That was a big mistake.
I’ve dug in my heels. And I’m standing firm.
Guess what?
I’m back.
And you’d better start running.
