Hi all, welcome to a new experiment I shall incubate here. I'm going to write something slow. I'm going to write a line, no more than 3 lines a day and as many edits as I want. I've been noodling with the project by myself for a little while and I think it would be nice to share the experiment. That will also allow me to record the process. I've already changed the tense and the person, fiddled around with names and shifted things around quite a bit. I'm a little sad I didn't record the early part, but I shall remedy that now. I have no idea where the story is going and don't have any plans for knowing. I shall see where it takes me.

Yesterday
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Today

“I was like you once,” Melani said. She laughed and blew smoke in Josie, Joey, Jo-girl, Jospehina, Jojo's face – some bush blend full of teatree to cleanse the air and lungs. “I'd be like you again if I could be that stupid.”

Mel patted Jo's arse as she left. “Savour it!” Mel shouted above the clangour of the freight train. “You might as well.”

Mel hauled herself onto the last carriage with practiced ease; her lean arms always surprising in their strength. Jo imagined trying to follow, her arms wrenched out of their socket from the force, spraining her wrists and falling to the tracks. Dust blew in Jo's face, Mel's throaty laugh, rich with fifty years of sass and spice coated the dusty wind and peppered Jo's tongue. Mel was fifty five, had sparkling green eyes, heavy powdered makeup and a face sun-scorched into dense wrinkles. She'd been a motorcycle stuntwoman with the travelling show and would still be doing it too if she'd had her way.