Today's writing prompt:
You are in a huge spaceport and are trying to convince an alien species that just because Captain Kirk was omni-sexual does not mean that humans are actually compatible.
So, I got home Tuesday night from work and the farmer's market and saw something suspicious when I got in the door. Victor was in the corner trying to not be seen, and there was a shred of paper at the base of his crate. Victor found the nanowrimo packet from the meet and greet I attended and had opened it, pulled the contents out and shredded the packets of coffee and tea. While he didn't eat any of it, it was a mess. I took his bed and his bed cover into the kitchen to remove the coffee detritus.
While this makes me angry, I just let Victor stay in the living room while I went to the kitchen and made dinner.
I'm super behind on my nanowrimo story, but it is definitely all my fault. I haven't really started yet (I cannot call 202 words much of a start). I have finally finished all of Tamora Pierce's Emelan books (excepting Melting Stones), which I had made a tactical error in starting so close to the beginning of the month. With my mind free of the desire to read the next book (and the next book after that), I hope to put more time on my story.
