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?
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
