Dear Future Heroine:
Congratulations on your acceptance to the Heroine Academy. Only a small percentage of applicants possess the qualities required for admittance into our prestigious institution.
You are to be commended for your achievement, but this is no time to relax your performance standards. The role of an undergraduate Heroine carries with it great responsibility. We expect the very best from you.
On behalf of the entire faculty, I extend our warmest welcome to you as we embark upon this exciting journey together. I look forward to seeing you at orientation (details of which may be found in your New Student Acclimation Kit, shipped separately).
Most cordial personal regards,
Headmistress, Heroine Academy
P.S. Please take this opportunity to commit our school motto to memory, as these words form the foundation upon which your future success as a Heroine will be constructed.
It’s about freakin’ time.
I never start in the right place. Took me this long to figure out what to do.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to create a shrill, demanding, impatient character named Melah Sarch for whom I nevertheless have mad love…
Will Melah be Ivy’s rather dim but devoted sidekick? Because every kick-ass heroine worth her salt deserves a sidekick. *bats eyes*
Nice! Should be an interesting ride. You do, of course, have a smart, sassy character who uses only two letters of the alphabet for her name, right? (Because with smarts like that, the rest of the alphabet becomes superfluous.)
*I can’t publish this comment without letting you in on some deliciously hilarious irony. The original version said “…with smats like that…” Looks like my character needs three letters. D.U.H. Either that or I’m from Boston.*
*CMA Disclaimer: All characters are fictional with no intended resemblance to any real person, living or dead, with whom I am currently or have been in the past personally acquainted, at least insofar as anyone can prove.*
ALL the protags are smart and varying degrees of sassy. The TSTL dishrags fall under the umbrella (or parasol) of the H.A.U.G.H.T.Y. Girls, toward whom the reader is not expected to be sympathetic.
Ah, a disclaimer. That’s very smat of you.
(I’m practicing my Brooklyn accent. I work w/a lady who has the most delicious accent. She always offers her tables more “cwoughy.’)
Although, come to think of it, my friend from Australia says “smaaat” as well. Hm. I think I’d rather be Aussie. I can claim Hugh Jackman much faster that way.