Shania
So I’ve started writing. I’d say it’s a script, but it reads more like a novel. I have no idea what I’m going to do with it when I’m done, but I’ve been inspired to *finally* start writing fiction! I’ve already written over 4,000 words which feels pretty great. Every morning I am committed to working on it for at least an hour. Here’s one paragraph from today. It’s not my best paragraph, but just one I feel like sharing. The character’s name is Shania (for now).
Ryan sits awkwardly on the faded leather loveseat next to her. His couch is a hand-me-down like the rest of his furniture, the leather is cracked, and there is dust on the corners of the cushions. It all makes Shania cringe, much unlike the cool romantic setting that Ryan thinks he is making. He turns on Bonobo, which streams from his gigantic PC monitor. How does that thing even still work? It’s like a fucking antique.
