Just started a new story. Have NO idea WTF it is that I even think I am doing with this one. It's very bizarre. Very abstract. Very... just... weird. At the moment, it consists of a man whose house bloomed from a lotus flower, and lives on a moor that turns into a sea every fourth Sunday of the month.
I dunno what my brain is.
Perhaps it will be added to that word count thing, depending on where it goes.
I need to stop doing this.
But it's so damn tempting.
I dunno what my brain is.
Perhaps it will be added to that word count thing, depending on where it goes.
I need to stop doing this.
But it's so damn tempting.