Like the bottom sliced off a styrofoam cup.

I am . . . very tired.
( Ramblings of the utterly incoherent. )

Worldbuilding

So I'm feeling faintly stuck on the WIP, and in response to my inability to write the next bit usefully, apparently my brain is starting to create new stories. So now I have a character (who isn't the POV character for a change), about half a situation, and some random worldbuilding stuff puttering about in my head in desperate search for a plot.

Single bioengineered female seeking storyline. Interests: interplanetary travel, theft, deep-ocean diving. Looking for a plot involving plenty of swimming, a place to hide out, and possible vengeance. Likes people who don't ask too many questions, have useful skills. Simple needs, quiet, self-sufficient, willing to pay own way. Good with children.

Heh.

There you go, oneironaut. It's a cinquenta. Even if my word count thing insists on counting hyphenated words as two.

( Addendum: so I write a little bit of it )