Plot fail

I finally decided to start writing again today. I wrote out an hour in someone's life as a writing exercise but when I sat down to think about a plot to actually work on I felt frustrated. I can't help but shoehorn me and my life into any plot that came up

Honestly?

• A consultant in a parallel universe ponders the morality of strategy for a company which hunts pleisosaurids
• A man thinks about the valuation of time travelling technology
• An economist grapples with recession in a post apocalyptic society
• A demon inhabits the television in a hotel room and plots to take over all the televisions in the hotel
• A restaurant and its clientele thrive by the edge of a cliff where the edge of great planetary storm rages

Underground

I read Wool before it was famous

I am going to look back on this post and smile with satisfaction.

Long live Hugh Howey

Wastrel

Hand axes and stone age
Giant 27 feet crocodiles who ate African Eve possibly
Footprints in the ash

What a mess of monsters and migration is in our past
I wish we had ancestral memory - "There we came from, and no further will I go"
I wish I could stop dreaming about prehistoric Man/Apes so I could go to sleep and wake up fresh for my meeting in the morning