'gets behind laptop and begins to type'

How. To. Write better.

Hah. Perfect. Enter is pushed, search is made, and absolutely no help was found.

Writing exercises. Overpriced books.
Justkeepwritingjustkeepwriting
Blahbaddyblahblah.

That's what I'm doing. I'm just writing yo.

The pickled pony picked a fight with Peter pan and Tinkerbell.
He had no clue or understanding, of what's inside a wishing well.

Inside he fell and there he lay.
His body cold and stern.
The eyes that once were staring towards the eyes of enemies and nords.
The legs that killed off many lives were motionlessly firm.



Ignore this last silly brainfart, thanks!