Word Count: 2,864
AND AS A SPECIAL SIDE NOTE TO MY ASSHOLE WRITING MUSE
When I am travelling by train, looking all moody and artistic as I watch the countryside go by, I am in all probability imagining giant robots stomping around the hill tops while Lovecraftian horrors mine up from the Earth’s core. The North Sea under a stormy sky is a dramatic sight in itself, but at least part of me is watching Godzilla wading ashore beneath the lightning.
Somewhere, Rapunzel is dropping Flying Monkeys with her Barrett XM500 as they assault her tower. Somewhere, a blue goblin is comparing mobile ‘phone specifications. Somewhere, Johannes Cabal, a necromancer of some little infamy, is… Oh, hold on. That’s what I’m supposed to be writing at the moment.” — Jonathan L. Howard
Word count: 2,756
What the hell is with this project it’s so terrible why can’t I stop why is it so easy to write for this!?!?!?!?
Word Count: 2,977
What the fuck is wrong with my fucking muse my muse is a dick that’s what’s going on with my muse.