trying to write the first paragraph of a thing
trying to make a great idea for a story into a cohesive plot
me trying to write a fight scene.
So, long, long ago, in a far away land, the mystical llamacorns drifted down from a lowly, purple cloud. I happened to witness this amazing feat. In fact, they even spoke to me in their mystical llama language. Lucky for you, I can translate.
Here is what they said:
SO THIS GUY IN MY ENGLISH IS DOING A PROJECT FOR BIO WHERE HE GETS A DUCKLING TO IMPRINT ON HIM SO HE JUST CARRIES IT AROUND WITH HIM TO ALL OF HIS CLASSES AND I SWEAR THIS DUCK IS THE MOST WELL BEHAVED FUCKING POULTRY IVE EVER SEEN IT JUST SITS ON HIS DESK QUIETLY AND SOMETIMES HE PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET AND IT JUST SLEEPS LIKE WOW YOU GO DUCKY