This is what the characters are doing when they are not being written about:
Usually when Richard is being written about (the part in the book that you skim over in boredom) all the other characters are bored too. This is what they do.
Door:
(Humming to Monty Pythons 'Bright Side of Life' while tap dancing in abandoned corner of a busy highway in London Above. She suddenly stops.) Why did I have to be put in this dumb book, why couldn't Richard be taken out? (she goes back to humming)
Islington:
(Disgusted, while sitting at a circular table chatting with some friends at a tea party) Uhh why did I have to be Islington, I hate my part, my name is so frekin annoying, I am constantly being verbally abused and talked about (in tears) and worst of all (sniffle sniffle) my shoes don't even match my dress!
Croup and Vandermar:
Uhh if you know me, you KNOW what they are doing, my friends and I kind of wrote a short book on this.
Richard:
(Richards mind and 'thoughts'.) ok, so far so good, all I have to do is ramble on about stupid un wanted details that don't have to be put in for about another twenty pages, then, I can take a break and let some excitement go on while I practice my lines then come back and finish off the chapter. Wait why do I mention the exact length and color and number of dirt particles in Door's hair, uh then again why not I am the one who makes the book long. Ya without me the book would be such a great award winning book and uh, be short and to the point, ya without me a better character would come in and make the book better. I sure don't want that to happen. Oh my, I need those shoes, I just have to ask Islington where he got them, and they go perfectly with his dress. Oh, wait if I get his shoes and dress, I need a new purse too…..
Usually when Richard is being written about (the part in the book that you skim over in boredom) all the other characters are bored too. This is what they do.
Door:
(Humming to Monty Pythons 'Bright Side of Life' while tap dancing in abandoned corner of a busy highway in London Above. She suddenly stops.) Why did I have to be put in this dumb book, why couldn't Richard be taken out? (she goes back to humming)
Islington:
(Disgusted, while sitting at a circular table chatting with some friends at a tea party) Uhh why did I have to be Islington, I hate my part, my name is so frekin annoying, I am constantly being verbally abused and talked about (in tears) and worst of all (sniffle sniffle) my shoes don't even match my dress!
Croup and Vandermar:
Uhh if you know me, you KNOW what they are doing, my friends and I kind of wrote a short book on this.
Richard:
(Richards mind and 'thoughts'.) ok, so far so good, all I have to do is ramble on about stupid un wanted details that don't have to be put in for about another twenty pages, then, I can take a break and let some excitement go on while I practice my lines then come back and finish off the chapter. Wait why do I mention the exact length and color and number of dirt particles in Door's hair, uh then again why not I am the one who makes the book long. Ya without me the book would be such a great award winning book and uh, be short and to the point, ya without me a better character would come in and make the book better. I sure don't want that to happen. Oh my, I need those shoes, I just have to ask Islington where he got them, and they go perfectly with his dress. Oh, wait if I get his shoes and dress, I need a new purse too…..