January Writing Prompt Challenge: Day 24

Whoo, lot of stuff done today - and I found out that I'm going to be moving sometime before the summer (I'd been thinking about it anyway, but the universe gave me a wee kick in the butt about it). Everything's fine, I'm in good shape, getting a good reference, and I have LOTS of time. But it's still a bit of a curveball and I'm going to let myself be a bit thrown off for a bit. I'm allowed! (Also I may have edited my grocery order and added in ice cream and chocolate and treats. I'M ALLOWED! :D)

Anyway quick prompt because I'm feeling a little tired and I want to get to bed at a halfway reasonable hour.

DAY TWENTY-FOUR PROMPT:

A forgotten beast wants to create a masterpiece, but it will gain the attention of their enemy.

Oh man. Phantom of the Opera vibes on this one, eh? Maybe a Nosferatu-like vampire that earns their living by ghost writing. But they've been working on a novel that they want to publish THEMSELVES. Maybe their enemy is a Omegaverse Lady Whose Name I Just Remembered But I Don't Want To Type It kind of person - someone who has had their books taken down for "copyright infringement" and caused problems for the publisher. Since they're ghostwriting it hasn't affected them directly - but what if the two identities become linked? Will she try to have the "masterpiece" taken down by her army of fans once she has a target?

Anyway, I feel like there's something fun there. No more brain now. Sleep now.

January Writing Prompt Challenge: Day 25

Decent day today, good mix of "got things done" and "specifically did not do things". And now, a prompt.

DAY TWENTY-FIVE PROMPT:

A tormented comedian wants to rise to the challenge of a benevolent letter, but they must accept a loss they have been in denial about.

I'm getting a bit of an 80's period piece feeling from this one. A comedian who is struggling with finding their voice. Maybe struggling with addiction as well, starting to feel jaded before they even really give themself a chance to get started. They're starting to shut people out. Part of this is just the struggle of that kind of life, just as the comedy boom started to bust. But they're also reeling from a loss, someone who was their biggest champion, someone they wanted to witness their success. Without them, is it worth it? They wrote a letter to us not long before they left; we haven't read it. We know what's probably in it. Words of encouragement. But if we open it, that'll be the last thing they give us. It might just break us instead of lifting us up.

For this one I'm mostly getting a sense of the feeling I'd want. The colour palette I'd want to evoke, the atmosphere of empty clubs and cigarette smoke and neon lights.

Anyway, that's enough for now. A few dishes and then some reading, by golly.