WORTH 50,000: DAY SIXTEEN - What once was lost.

[momebie]

I did not write yesterday! Instead I came home and tried not to cry about what a useless adult I am and how I might have to give everyone I know IOUs for Christmas. So yeah, that made me feel like shit and still is. It's hard to write through that sometimes. But, I have to get over it by tomorrow. Two fun write-ins planned for this weekend. Did YOU write anything last night? What was it?

Today's picture is about discovery. What would your characters do with this place?


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Comments

[metonymy.livejournal.com]

NEEDS MOAR BATS.

(I wrote about Dick telling Babs about his parents being killed and his really nice foster parents who raised him and sent him to therapy! it was weird!)

[momebie.livejournal.com]

I read this comment on my phone while I was at lunch and I physically could not restrain myself from giggling out loud and smiling like an idiot. GOOD WORK.

[ceredonia.livejournal.com]

I wrote one story about Resident Evil, and another about a person burying their mother but not giving a shit because she was a terrible person. Fun!

[momebie.livejournal.com]

That actually sounds really productive! Good work!

[ecosopher.livejournal.com]

:( money sucks. Or, more specifically, the profound lack of it.

I want to be in that cave. My characters in this novel wouldn't like it. But my post-apocalypse characters would LOVE IT... I swear, I just need to get Story 1 out of the way and written, because all I can think about is Story 2.

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Stories pile up at the most inconvenient times, don't they?