Slat and Prepper
If the wood slides together in the right way, the shadows on the lawn look like a face. And if I hold my head at the correct angle, the path towards a half-hundred-k words is barely visible through the thicket of thoughts.
Here’s the plan
Backstory and character locked away with scene outlines — their words count.
Intro, endro, chapters in a line — tie up fifty thousand with some bailer twine.
And slop it onto the site for curious snouts to sniff.