I don’t like Lippy Zundar. She’s mean.
Let me tell you about Lippy Zundar. I don’t know if I love her or hate her. How am I supposed to write a story about a protagonist that I am not sure if I love or hate? On the one hand, I love her vulnerability. I love her maternal instinct. I love that she kicks butt. On the other hand, she’s quick to jump to conclusions, she’s bitter, she dances between shades of grey in what is right and what is wrong. And now she is full of self doubt. I don’t like that.
How can she possibly do her job well if she’s always worried that the school is going to call because her kid popped another kid in the nose when the other kid said Daddy’s new wife had nicer boobs? Life distracts her from work and those distractions are deadly. Lippy Zundar is a paid assassin for Canada’s Department of Homeland Insecurity. And she’s worrying about baloney sandwiches, indoor sneakers with non-streak treads, and passing grades, when she should be focusing on her next mark.
And I have to get Lippy out of my head and into my computer. But some days I don’t want to let her out. I don’t like her. She’s mean.
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