The scene I'm currently writing is so wacky. I suppose I love writing like this. By the seat of my pants. No outline. Just writing 100% creatively with what pops into my head. Basically I'm on Mars with my main character. She's just run into a rover vehicle and she's got to trash it before the data can be sent back to Earth. Well what would you do if you worked at NASA and you saw a teenage girl walking around on the surface of Mars wearing only jeans, a t-shirt, and trainers? Yeah, you'd flip out. And that's what Wendy (the main character) is trying to prevent from happening, right now. Why? I don't know yet. What else will she get up to ON MARS. She doesn't need a space suit whilst existing out in the open ON MARS FFS. This is amazing. I don't know how I'm going to explain her abilities as a Martian, but it's going to be awesome to find out!
My brain is always churning like a cylindrical rainbow, because that's how I write. I create colourful fiction with pure abandon that result in unexpected twists and turns. I don't live my life this way. My exterior is bland. The inside of my brain is awash with life and colour through imagination.
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