My brain will not surrender the best words in which to rewrite it.
And I must rewrite it.
8oo words over the limit is a Flashing Red Warning Sign shouting at me and my logy brain.
Stupid logy brain.
I have the plotline in my head.
Maybe that's the problem.
Maybe I should have just started writing and not bothered with plotlines or summaries.
Oh yes. The beginning picture is very clear. The beginning paragraph, on the other hand, is hazy.
Why can't Life always be fresh-fruited and bunny-hopped?
With thought bubble-pictures appearing above people's heads.
And neon cars buzzing through the air.
And utterly silent places.
I. Need. Something. Other. Than. What. I. Have.
Which is something that I don't know and can't comprehend.
Reminds me of a line from one of my favourite books.
"He was crying into his beer last night."
"I didn't know Ethan drank."
"His root beer."
I need a drink.
:P
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