I feel like the proverbial blade of my writing abilities is dull. Dull and covered in rust. Wallowing around in my own fic ideas doesn't seem to be getting me anywhere. Everytime I come up with a way to further the plot in a interesting way, I look back and realize it's the same re-hashed videogame-induced crap. My mind seems to be hard wired to
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- A man is sitting on a park bench, head in hands. A crumpled newspaper is at his feet.
- A parrot is in a tree. The neighbours are trying to get it down before the owners get home.
How're those two for starters?
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