I tend to draw things from my life into my writing, particularly visible in what they are eating usually in some way reflecting what I am eating at the time. Maybe I should have a cold snap descend upon the encampment where they are at and freeze their little tail bones off?
It's cold in here since we ran out of heat last night, and of course as I sit here typing wrapped in a flannel robe with cold fingers tapping away on the computer I am plotting against my characters. So yeah, I think I might just know how to shake off the block that I had been fighting. My poor hero is about to find out just how cold them mountains he is traveling through are.
Heir to Magic
Current Chapter: 18
Today's Word Count: 0 (so far)
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Current Favorite Method of Procrastination: shivering to hard to type straight (I'd use the voice recognition program, but my teeth are chattering too lol)
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