Janet (j4) wrote,
Janet
j4

A mood point

LJ is psychic:


j4 is distressed.
If it's not one thing, it's another. Your life is a pitiful wreck, and it's all you ever write about. Why don't you at least make up a happy story for once. Your friends would appreciate that.
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Since I have nothing better to do, let's see if we can get a more interesting meme off the ground: give me ideas (a word, a phrase, a picture, a plot, a character, an opening line, some chocolate, a pet badger*, whatever you like) for a happy story and I promise I will write at least 200 words based on your suggestion. Though it may take me some time. And the results may be bloody ridiculous. (Think of it as MaStoWriMo, which means either a) March: Story-Writing Month or b) a load of wank.)

* who said I wasn't optimistic?
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