Brain: Hey! Check out all those nice words you wrote.
Me (vaguely disgruntled): Yes. They are lovely. But seriously, there’s no plot, there’s no way to wrap this up, and every time I look at it, I think of things to add.
Brain (proudly): Yeah. I know.
Me (exasperated): It’s nearly six thousand words of graphic sex. Seriously, who needs this?
Brain: The correct question is, who doesn’t? Well, other than ace or sex-repulsed folks, of course.
Me: What am I supposed to do with this? There are no speculative elements. This is completely outside my genre range.
Brain: Does that really matter?
Me: What do you mean?
Brain: Did you enjoy writing it?
Me: Yeah. I mean… it’s words, and you know how I love words.
Brain (sarcastically): Sure. And it had nothing to do with the content.
Me: Errr.
Brain: It doesn’t matter if you don’t market it or sell it. What matters is that you enjoyed the process.
Me: Oh. Yeah. I guess you’re right.
Brain: You don’t grow or improve if you don’t try new things once in a while.
Me (reluctantly): True.
Brain: Great. Now here, I have this lovely ending for you to put in. You’ll see it actually wraps things together quite nicely, making it appear as though there was a planned plot from the get-go.
Me (blinking in surprise): It’s so… fluffy. And sweet.
Brain (proudly): Yeah. I know. You’re such a sucker for happy endings.
You can enjoy the entire Writer Brain adventure in chronological order here, or tap the #writer brain tag to read it in reverse chronological order.
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