My attempt to write about some of my current feelings regarding SFF in the aftermath of the recent explosion of somethingorother all over everything has produced a Horrifying Truth About Unicorns, so I'm just gonna... sit with that.
I am, now that I am temporarily free of impending tasks (as artan has rolled said tasks into his errands), going to go up to my nice dark room, put on the relevant song, and see how many words I can make happen and whether a plot starts to congeal.
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Possibly a noneuclidean nutshell.
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Write however much it takes to find the plot and edit ruthlessly? Sort of a "most horrible things" edit with respect to the unicorns?
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"When I was a little girl, I had a ragdoll...."