Tuesday, January 7, 2014

#007: Actually Doing a Prompt! (Placeholder: I)


The city spread like an organism, taking in whatever it found and expelling things that didn't agree with it. It seemed to race across the countryside, almost perceptibly. Before anyone knew it, it took up more space than most states. People flocked there to be part of this rapidly growing city. All knew what made it to enticing, but only few were able to see the reasoning behind it. 
A man sits at a desk in this city, pouring over maps and charts. 
Bleh. Shea here. I don't know what I'm doing today, I'm just not feeling it. Ugh. Not a lot of time either. Tomorrow maybe. Write more eventually. Anyway, this is scrapped.
"Hey! Watch what you say."
Okay... what? This is new.
"You'd be offended if I said you were uninteresting."
Who are you?
"I'm not sure yet. 'Man At Desk,' for now. And I think you're giving up on this too easily."
Oh, because you know so much. I'm not feeling the story, and I'm not going to let the character, of all people, tell me what to do.
"Well Mr. Author-so-I'll-do-what-I-want, you know what it's like to have your story stopped? It's terrible, there's a sense of... of unresolved tension!"
How would you know, I still haven't scrapped the story!
"I know from experience. I've been in around 14 pseudo-stories at this point. I'm the guy you drop in whenever you haven't come up with an idea yet. I'm the Placeholder."

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Actual Shea here. Wish I could write more, but I am officially out of time. Perhaps tomorrow.
And if anyone has something they think I should write, you should TELL me. I'm at u/sheapm, balzagorath.tumblr.com, sheapm@gmail.com.

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