In this weeks writing exercise: Have Your Character Go Back to the Drawing Board.
Have Your Character Go Back to the Drawing Board
Bosomella was back in her tower again. And not because she had been locked there either. In fact Miss Borka had forcefully buried any notion of attending the royal ball and snagging the heart of the price right from under his ribcage. But Bosomella remained fanatical. Piles of blueprints littered every corner of the stone tower and gears and wire and small shinning pieces of metal were thick upon her worktable. She payed no mind as Miss Borka snapped out of her despondency and began to rage at the entire castle once more, she barely even noticed when her army of squirrelstarted to rampage without the calming effect of her leadership. She sat and tinkered and tinkered and sat until a maniacal gleam began to shine in her eye and the scattered threads of a plan slowly slowly began to weave themselves together within her mind. No feet? No problem.