Okay. Now that I have that out of the way...I'm trying to write more. Believe me, lack of ideas isn't the problem. It's more like...the ideas make no sense to anyone but me. Which just sucks. It really really does.
Like this
( case )I was lost on my English assignment, and this little thing popped into my head. I am the biggest feminist, I swear. And I STILL don't approve of women on the front lines in combat. Alexander will hate me for this, I know.
He will call me up and probably start swearing (in French, nonetheless) and demand to know why I'm not urging women into combat.
*rolls eyes* I love my gay men. I do. But when did they stop being boys and become men? *sighs*
Anyway, I want to write a story about a coffee shop and a college student, and her experiences. Any advice on kickass starting lines?
I love you all!
(And just for the record, I am NOT high on drugs, as a certain boy suggested).
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