Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.
-Ray Bradbury
Who were we following and during what point in the stories in this piece of Harry Potter based fan fiction?
For now the plan is carrier pigeon. As a backup plan, I could always send you a link to the file via google docs, but carrier pigeon sounds far more reliable.
We’ll just have to wait until he’s home from his apprenticeship and then BAM there we are on his doorstep.
Then it would only be the work of a weekend to knock on every door. (Provided the city in question doesn’t rhyme with Lindianapolis.)
Pirates are amazing.
What genre? Fiction, self-help, mystery, sci-fi, fantasy, slice-of-life?
Sounds like a plan. Now we just need to find a time and get Ryan to agree. (Otherwise we would have to spend time scouring his old videos for street signs to figure out where he lives, either that or we could just systematically check every house in Indiana and surprise him… eventually.)
I am choosing to ignore the previous comment.
I set myself an arbitrary deadline of June 30th for my rough draft. If I can do that I’ll get a copy to Kristen in July for testing, then hopefully I’ll get everything set in stone and can get a finished draft to Josiah for copy editing in early August. Right now I’m still hammering out plot details.
Thank you, now that other people know about my mental deadlines I might actually get it done.
I don’t see any reason why not. If necessary we could pitch tents in his yard.
Gotta go. It’s opening night for the King and I.
I’m more in the west than the midwest.
Local to London. Not local to whatever unspecified place I exist in.
America is one of only two countries that charges it’s citizens taxes for work they’ve done abroad, the other being Eritrea. But fortunately she’s not making any money, she’s an intern with a local ministry.
I’m probably gonna have Jimmy Johns in a couple of minutes. I usually get the Italian Nightclub.
We’ve got some good Thai food just a couple blocks away. When I visited my sister in January we managed to find the only bad Thai restaurant in all of London.
We only have about 12 stores so it would seriously help to narrow down my location.
My personal favorite is Thai, and southeast Asian. I thought about opening up a restaurant named Pho Shizzle, but then I realized that I hate restaurants, and that’s not how you pronounce Pho.
Our sandwiches are really expensive.
It occurs to me that I have likely received over a thousand dollars worth of free sandwiches over the past two years. I’d never thought about that before.
Dawn, I appreciate the back pat and I prefer Manalive anyway. And Kristen I completely understand about the importance of your work and Japanese food. All in all no apologies needed.
You meet some weird people via telepathic connections.
I don’t think that worked. The only person I got in touch with was a bald man living in New York who invited me to his school for mutants.
Neck and brain muscles getting sore. I can only keep this up for so much longer!
One of the only upsides of working in a restaurant. I get a shift meal so my employers always buy me dinner.
*Begins swiveling wildly between North East, South East, and South*
Mason, I thank you for your support. And Mr. The Carrot Stick, you are completely qualified. However, due to security concerns we will have to work out all our future plans telepathically.
*Thinks really hard in a generally eastward direction*
Once upon a time there was an individual who wanted to talk with other people, but most of his friends either lived in different time zones or went to bed exceedingly early, and it made him sad.
This is what I get for finishing my homework.
*Theremin Noises*
Beware! I am the ghost that wanders the not-forum after everyone else goes to bed. FEAR ME!