Day 14, 23,459 Words, and Damn, I'm a Shitty Writer

You guys are blowing my minds with your blogs this year, so much so, that I am feeling really inadequate because my novel really sucks. The terrible thing is, I really like this story, I think it's really interesting and cool, but the way I am telling it blows. Ugh. Anyway, won't bore you guys with my depression. I have decided I need to correct for the fact that the main character has no personality, and no one with sensory organs could understand why she would be with Sean, who has come across as douchey and controlling. I need to add layers of complexity, so intend to go back into the past and add some of those layers.
Here is where I finished up.

Once again, they find themselves back in the kitchen, communing over steaming mugs of coffee, or, in Lincoln’s case, a cup of hot chocolate. Maggie wants him awake, and in her sights at all times. The kitchen, the meeting place of the house, the hearth, the heart of any home. This is where good news is delivered, and bad news. This is where families gather to share meals, to argue, to throw cut up pieces of hot dog at each other, and sometimes, as in this case, to strategize.

Gordon has become the de facto leader in this three ring circus, something Maggie is not entirely comfortable with. She knows little of his background, and what she has seen of him has shown him to be arrogant, rude, and condescending- a typical grad of the Social and Political Thought Program at York University. But if Edie trusts in his talent, then Maggie knows he must be competent. She looks at him now, awaiting his instructions. She will do what he asks.

“This type of haunting, as I said previous, is based on a strong connection that exists between this man who has passed on, and you and your son, Maggie. This haunting is relationship based. What I need to understand, in the next little while, is exactly who this man is, what his connection is to you and your son, and why he is so adamant about sticking around. I need to understand the players, before we can initiate play in the game.” Maggie looks back at him, wondering if she will be able to explain her relationship with Sean, when she doesn’t understand it herself and never did. If he were to ask her when the haunting began, she might be tempted to say that night in December, in 2004, when she went to see a band play in a bar and ended up with far more than she bargained for. Because from the moment she met Sean, she has been haunted by him. He haunted her while he was alive, and he haunts her in death. She believes that if Sean were alive, he would say the same thing of her. They loved each other, from the beginning; loved each other ferociously, but it was too much, it made them as miserable as it made them happy. And it undoubtedly would have been better for both if they had never met.