A good imagination gone bad?

[la_marquise]

Nearly 800 words dictated to dragon today (and the mishearings are growing fewer, and, alas, less silly).
There is still mud.
Tentacular, flesh-chewing, blood-sucking mud.
I am writing pulp. I'm doomed.

Comments

[sartorias.livejournal.com]

Well, one reason why I never pursued a degree in so-called literature is that I would so much rather read about tentacles and evil mud than the existential angst of adulterous middle-aged people who, when they finally get some sex, it's always bad.

[athenais.livejournal.com]

And then everyone dies. Or someone dies, anyway.

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

Now that bit I can do! Killing characters is easy... (On the other hand, killing an animal in the story... Days of angst.)