Can you move the oven? They're heavy, but they're supposed to be slightly mobile. Just don't tear it off the wall. Gas, you know.

Yes. Definitely. I know everything about Netflix.

Why are they dating one of their enemies? That doesn't seem healthful.
It is helpful. Always. It's the dialogue that makes the difference. I don't do things because they're trendy. I'm a reverse hipster. It's a stupid trope.
His xenophobia was appeased by betraying the aliens. This makes sense to me. Why didn't you finish it?

April doesn't need to be 50k! Keep your standards low. Loooooow.
Why would Space Godzilla return to the ocean? Did it come from the ocean?

I would be terrified to move the oven. I'm dealing with all other potential smell-causers today and then if the stank continues tomorrow I'll consider destroying the oven.

Teach me your secrets, o Netflix lord.

She gets redeemed first. They might start dating while she's in jail. I haven't decided yet.
It's a stupid trope that you can pry out of my (and all of paranormal romance's) cold, dead hands.
It wasn't that engaging as a story. He never actually published it, and having read some of it, I'm not sure he ever intended to. It seemed like a self-indulgent piece of fiction that he wrote for himself, and then the people in charge of his estate decided to share it around after his death. It's free online if you want to read it.

I'm considering raising my word count above 50k for April. Since 50k has become so routine for me, you know. Raise standards.
Space Godzilla came from space, but Space Godzilla was not a well-adjusted Godzilla. It was created from Normal Godzilla's cells that had been flung through a wormhole, so it probably didn't have a great childhood. It was an unhappy Godzilla. Pity Space Godzilla.

Yesterday while touching my toes I discovered I could put my forehead on my knees, so, obviously, I did so repeatedly and at length. Today my hamstrings are trying to crawl out of my legs. Mistakes were made.

What's with all the avatars? You bored?

Why you playing Find the Fish when you should be driving home? Ignore the smell. Follow the river.

I already did?

Dating in jail doesn't seem like a good idea, either.
I will. It's a stupid trope.
Self-insert fic about defying aliens for the sake of cats? It's his life's work!

Blase. I see. Meanwhile, I'll be over here with the lowest of standards. 10k? I think so.
It came FROM SPACE? What a surprise. I was wondering why they named it Space Godzilla.

Good idea. This sounds like the smelling thing, but in reverse. I cannot possibly do that to myself. You used your powers irresponsibly.

It's two avatar changes. That's one change because it's not winter anymore, and one more change because I decided I didn't like the new one. Hardly a frenzy.

The dank juice didn't make me see through time yesterday, but it did keep me awake until well after midnight. It also didn't help that my toilet overflowed at 11:30, causing me to go into crisis mode. It was a mess. Now I am a mess.

I was reading a free romance ebook, and I was super into it. Likeable protagonist. Cliche but enjoyable premise. Intriguing mystery driving the narrative forward. Reasonable conflict keeping leads apart.
Then I got to last thirty pages, and the protagonist ACCIDENTALLY solves the plot, followed by the mystery being explained by infodump in two of the last ten pages, followed by an exceedingly rushed romantic resolution. Half of the "mystery" turned out to be characters withholding information for no adequately explained reason.
So I'm absolutely livid, and I turn the last page, and I see the author bio. It's the same woman who wrote freaking Chosen ~A Djinn Wars Novel~. She got me again. Once again I fell for her atrocious execution of decent material.
Now I'm tempted to scrap my Camp NaNo project just to write a fantasy romance, because she had a concept with SO MUCH PROMISE and completely wasted it.

Have you settled on a Camp NaNo concept yet?

I want to play Lords of Waterdeep again. Sad and alone.

I don't even recognize you anymore. It counts as a frenzy.

How big was the poop that overflowed your toilet? Is it fixed? Are you peeing in the shower?

Wow. That is sad and I am sad for you. Could you just make some notes to quench your thirst for revenge, then rewrite Madame Djinn Wars in July? Also, how do you miss the fact that a book is by an author you hate? The author is always listed on the book, isn't it?

Eh. I haven't done much of anything. I'm even less sure how it might work, now.

Sorry. We could play remotely, but you would have to memorize the game board and all of the pieces first.

You changed your mouth, didn't you? Now I don't recognize you anymore, either.

No poop was responsible, unfortunately. Not even a large and mighty poop. Some little doohickey broke in the tank portion of the toilet, so the water refill thing no longer turns off when the tank is full. Maintenance should be fixing it today. I'm getting by.

I dunno. I've lost a bit of enthusiasm for all writing at the moment. All I have left is my rage.
I don't commit the names of hated authors to memory. Mostly I assume that no one has more than one or two free ebooks floating around, and even if they do, I'm unlikely to randomly choose more than one. Plus, the original encounter was within an anthology, so the author name was not as prominent.

Well, if you don't like the idea you have, get a new one. There's still time. Use that random generator I gave you a link to. Keep a record of all of its suggestions that you know you don't want to write. Eventually, process of elimination will give you the least unpleasant prospect. Yes? Yes.

My brain is very powerful. Webcams are also very powerful. It could work.

Same mouth. You just have a bad memory.

Can't you close the flap by hand? Also, why are you breaking your toilet? Bad form.

But are you still just a rat in a cage? Rats can write.
Foolish. Everyone with one ebook has twenty more hiding nearby. It's what they do.

I don't have any more. Generators are useless. All I have are ninjas in space.

Webcams are only good for spying. Uncle Doug keeps tape over his. For safety from spying.

It's snowing again. I got ice balls in my hooves on the way to work. Blah.

It looks... so different... in this context... smaller... more to one side... must be the hair...

The flap is fine. The flap closes. The toilet bowl remains at a perfect water level. It's the tank above that fills indefinitely. If the flap were open, there would be no overflow, just an infinite waste of water.
I can't help breaking toilets, I guess. I just gotta.

Rats can write, but rats feel a deep sense of ennui and pointlessness while doing so. I need to get at least a little inspired so that I don't begin April as a rat.
Plenty of authors offer one ebook for free and demand money for the rest. That's what I was expecting. Clearly I expected too much.

Sounds like you need a generator, then. My usual method of creating stories is to start with a weak concept, and then add random elements until it's a bloated mess that looks like a plot. Generate random elements and add them to your space ninjas. It'll all work out.

I wonder what these people are doing that they think everyone is so keen on watching. If someone wants to spy on me while I eat pasta and watch netflix, they're welcome to it.

Did you bring a hoofpick?

Yeah. Sure.

So you opened the flap to save yourself and doom the human race? Or did you get the water shut off to the toilet?
Try big poops next time. Better story.

I didn't know rats had such deep writing lives. Please tell me more. Alternatively, tell me how I can assist you in re-inspiring yourself.
Yeah. Those are fine. The 200 ebook authors are the ones to watch out for. They have very high opinions of themselves. They're even worse than self-publishers.

That is not at all how I come up with ideas. That won't work for me. I am a minimalist. Like Ernest Hemingway.

The want dirt so they can blackmail you. Obviously. Your Netflix preferences are atrocious?

No. Had to totter along on balls of ice until they fell off. Still snowing now.

I got the water shut off to the toilet. What kind of monster do you think I am? I did have to wastefully flush a few times while figuring out where the shutoff valve was, though.
I always try to make sure my stories involve big poops. It doesn't always work out.

I think I just need to flesh out my plot to the point where I'm excited about it again. A month ago I was buzzing with excitement over this story. Maybe I need to use my own stupid generator method.
Do you keep track of the crappy ebook authors you encounter? Seems like a lot of work.

Well then, you already have a minimal concept. Sounds like you're fine. What's the problem?
Maybe you could do a mind-map. I hated those in high school. But they might work better for minimalists.

If they want to blackmail me over my netflix preferences, I guess I'm doomed. Who knew marathoning Star Trek could be so risky? They could probably target a lot more people than just me, though.

Have you considered going inside? Safer and warmer in there. It's snowing this morning here, but I'm not fool enough to walk around in it.