| species | yes! |
| origin | no! |
| species | yes! |
| origin | no! |
here's a pretty expansive set of questions to chew on, as well as links to more:
ah, okay!
no, we don't experience that. in the morning it's half "spin the wheel" and half "people who were around to fall asleep".
it could be that you're a large system, there could be a lot of things. hopefully the difficulty for work energy and other daily tasks eases soon
when we changed computers, our backups turned out to be kinda messed up. we got the most necessary stuff out, but then our old computer actually died the other day and it's like oh okay, no more fixing it.
then we realized we weren't sure if we'd backed up our NOVELLAS!!!!!! ahh!!!!!!!!!
we don't have the finished one's scrivener files anymore, but the google doc had the most updated version anyway, and we found the current project's draft all okay. phewwwww
[[small excerpt from our current fiction project, a novella featuring a pair of aliens and a pair of humans trapped after a plane crash :') this is from draft 1 and we're still editing it to cut down on the melodrama lol but this is still a nice little moment]]
Georgie's heart heaved the longer she ruminated on her snuff bullet. Even if they found it now, there would only be sand inside. If she'd known that it would be her last hit in the airplane bathroom, she would've ignored the flight attendant's knuckles on the door. She would've stayed and stroked the cool metal handrails and gotten sweaty fingerprints all over the mirror and indulged her desire to take a handful of cheap toilet paper and let it melt in her hands under the sink.
Sea worms must be wriggling through the holes now.
Her nostrils tingled. She wanted her bullet, but all she had were wet hands as she dug the heels of her palms into her eyes.