Hate what I'm writing.
Send booze.
Seriously, I have no idea where this thing is going. I finished the flashback scene and am back in the present day, but I don't think my Time Bomb works and I don't know what else to do with it.
*headdesks repeatedly*
SO MUCH HATE. THIS IS WHY WRITERS DRINK.
Why did I decide to do this again?
Seriously, I have no idea where this thing is going. I finished the flashback scene and am back in the present day, but I don't think my Time Bomb works and I don't know what else to do with it.
*headdesks repeatedly*
SO MUCH HATE. THIS IS WHY WRITERS DRINK.
Why did I decide to do this again?