Your taxis pull up in front of a beautiful gothic mansion complete with towers, turrets, and trailing ivy. Your host spreads their arms wide as you approach the main doors, beaming in a not at all disconcerting way, and ushers you inside.
“It’s the Annual Brighton WriMos Writing Retreat! Welcome! Come on in, put yout bags down here, and we can head over to the library for our first writing session! Ignore the way the things seem to creak without any particular reason, you know what old houses are like!”
Along the (long, winding) way, one of the slightly odd things that you pass is a display of corvids wearing wire-rimmed glasses and reading, which sparks an argument: Can we really know what it feels like to be a crow? wouldn’t we just be a human in a bats body?
Things grow heated, and by the time we reach the library the first thing everyone decides to do is head into the stacks in order to consult the literature.
| OPTION 1 | OPTION 2 | OPTION 3 | |||
| If you… | Then… | If you… | Then… | If you… | Then… |
| believe you *could* truly know what it feels like to be a crow if you were put into a crow’s body | do a 15 min word war | believe you would just be a crow-shaped human | do a 30 minute word war (or 15 + 15 for the adhd crowd crows) | Don’t care and just want to get to writing | do a 45 minute word war (or 30 + 15) |
[note: yes, we’re jumping in at the deep end for the truly committed :pundog: (committed? because it’s psychology? Thank you, gentlefolk, Cerys will be here all night)]
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