There was neither West nor East, only Crye and Larkmudgeon.
Yes, well, apparently I’m writing a… fantasy?
That single line came to me last night on the back half of a ‘toss’ heading into a ‘turn.’
I haven’t written anything since the Great Poison Ivy Ambush 3 ½ weeks ago so I’m a little hesitant to toss anything out, so…
I’m writing a fantasy!
Um, anybody know how to do that?