Browsing the various threads, looking for inspiration and admiring all of the eye candy available. I have caught up on all of my writing is I am letting my mind wander.
I totally agree, it most of the friends I had many years ago have gone or moved on so I am slowly making new friends that I can collaborate with. Two lovely ladies have taken pity on me and we are building some good stories together.
I’m sure it’s possible they are lurking somewhere or maybe changes names. It’s not easy starting over, but I have met some really pleasant ew friends and I am sure that there will be more to come
Kitten creeps inside, curling up on her pillow. Normally she's asleep by now or getting tired at least, but the excitement of the day plus caffeine and a few other things is keeping her awake.
Thoughts, questions keep swirling in her mind, What kind of homeless girl story would be needed to appeal to a wide majority of readers? Not the stroke kind of readers, or not simply them, but the readers that enjoy a decent story. What would it take to interest them? Is there even an audience for such a thing?
Even if she asked everyone on the forums here, could she actually write the story that's needed to be told? Hell, she can't even sext these days, or write what's on her mind. There are too many possible directions.
Pulling herself from her thoughts, she looks around curiously at anyone who might be around.
Evening Kitten It seems you have quite a few questions. I find that for a good story you need to find something you want to say and a rough story line to guide you.
The heat is unbearable over the last four days. The only chance for sleep was a cold shower and hope. Luckly the heat wave is breaking and highs in the mid 70's by Friday.
Evening to any who may be about and to those that hide in the shadows.
Kitten comes out of the shadows to wave at cgraven and curl up on a pillow. She's been so busy these last few days that she hasn't even had time to think about writing any type of story.
Yeah, it was a very crazy week. And it's not over yet. Even today's been crazy so far. Don't know if I'm coming or going half the time lol. Add in the bad kind of pain from a tooth extraction and it's fucked up cuz now eating is painful.
Kitten sighs and shakes her head, curling up on her pillow again to lurk.
It seems that the time I am away from the welcoming warmth of the Inn continues to grow and grow. Still, it always feels like coming home each time I cross the threshold of the ever open doors. Not wanting to disturb those who may be about, I quietly find a leather chair in the nearest corner.
Kitty comes back in and curls up on her pillow, worn out by her emotions and a very long day. She was glad it was over now.
Wonder where who you were writing with went off to, cgraven. I'd try my hand at writing, but I'm currently not able to write a single sentence of any story. I want to write my own ending to someone's potential story, and I can't even do that for fun. It's frustrating that I can't seem to write.
Then again, with how busy I've been lately, I don't really have much time to write.
It's been a good long while since she visited the Inn and the patrons. She wondered who still enjoyed these walls and the people and antics that often happened within. Never mind the drinks. The drinks and the Company were always something she enjoyed.
Greetings to all who, as CG often says, may be lurking in the shadows ...