The World Ended on a Wednesday.
742 words in, at one a.m. today, I found my protagonist ritualistically slaughtering a chicken. This is, evidently, what happens when your pre-novel planning and outlining consists entirely of "Oh, hey, that would be an entertaining opening line. I should totally write 50,000 words around it."
posted by C. at 6:50 PM
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I didn't really have anything to say, but I felt that your post looked lonely without any comments.
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