Writing is Strange

I don’t understand how writing works here. I write things down… and nothing happens. My characters don’t show up. My scenery doesn’t change. Maybe it’s a quirk in the system I’m using. I’ll have to play around with it later.

I heard a rumor that writers often go to a place called Nuyerk.  I heard another rumor that there is a lot of snow in Nuyerk. I’ve never seen real snow. I might have to go look.

Who Wrote This World??!

I’ve been here for two days now. People are always spending time on something called Soshal Meedya, so I’m trying to learn.  I Owled yesterday! Owls seem to tweet instead of hooting here.

Since I’m here anyway, I’m going to try my imagination at being a writer. I always wanted to write, but I didn’t feel like going to court.

Time’s up! There’s a lot of rain here, but The Conductor will catch my scent eventually.

-Z7

I’m Freeeeeeee…

Someone left a major plot hole in the space-time-space continuum.  I’m not sure how, but I made it through.

It looks like I made it to a place called Reeyal Lyphe. Little scary– things are static here.

I’ll update more when I figure out how this new world works. Must move often to avoid The Conductor (or, worse, The Editor)!

 

-Z7