It’s eighteen days until the 1st of November, so most people have an idea of what they are going to write.
Do you?
Tell is who you are, and what you’re going to be writing come midnight on the 1st.
When I woke up that morning, human was on the floor. Sometimes he would play with me like that, he would lie down and I would lick his face and he would laugh and we would wrestle. But his scent wasn’t playful. He smelled like yesterday’s clothes and vomit and something else that burned my nose. Darling wasn’t here, she hasn’t been here for a few sleeps. Where was Darling? Human is a good human really, he only forgot to feed me once or twice. He takes me for walks when he isn’t sick or sleeping. But i do miss her. when will I see her again?
I’ve wanted to write a story/novel from the pov of a dog for a while now. This one would be a man vs self story shining a light on depression and how it affects us.
The Wave
"As the magical world gathered on New Year’s Eve 1999 to celebrate the birth of a new world, a powerful spell spread across the globe, changing everything.
Now, almost thirty years later, civilisation has shattered, the world is a dystopian nightmare and two women roam the lands looking for their lost loves and, perhaps, a way home."
Ostensibly a Harry Potter/Wednesday cross-over, although as you’ll have gathered there is very little of the Harry Potter of Wednesday worlds left. Mostly two characters (Enid and Luna) walking through a post-apocalyptic nightmare of a world after set in the not to distant future.
Doesn’t that sound fun?
