WRITING I
Why are we sad? I have no reason to bed sad, except maybe somewhere deep down it feels good to be down and low. Let's write a lesbian romance where the end twists and dives and the characters space themselves from everything good and love filled and joyous. Over a steak dinner, lovers will begin to ponder themselves and doubt and defy what God has given them. Real life will invade the love fogged windows and eat at us ravenously. A cum shot on the horizon.