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burntcoppermy nanowrimo bunnies have attacked. Little snippets and ideas. :pouts: I want to write this novel *now*, not in a frickin' month's time! :sigh: At least I'll have probably the whole structure down by the time it comes to actually starting it.
And I have my starting lines :
Sitting by the roadside, head in her hands. Trying to forget what she's discovered. She may not know who she is, but she knows her potential. More than she ever wanted and marked for life. The stories they tell about her kind aren't anything she ever wanted to hear in relation to herself.
And I have my starting lines :
Sitting by the roadside, head in her hands. Trying to forget what she's discovered. She may not know who she is, but she knows her potential. More than she ever wanted and marked for life. The stories they tell about her kind aren't anything she ever wanted to hear in relation to herself.
