I was bullied into writing this book.

I have no idea where I am going with this. This will likely not be good. I have a friend who wrote a book, and when I told her I used to have a dream of writing a novel, she wouldn't leave me alone about wanting to see what I had written. She brought it up so often that I finally told her, "When you finish your book, I will start sharing mine." I didn't think she'd actually finish hers. She did. It has a pretty sizable following. Now, I get to gladly watch her succeed while I suffer through the humiliation of putting my stuff out there for everyone to see. The stuff I wrote years ago was so bad that I'm starting from scratch.

I've had loose ideas in my head about a world where humans live on top of mountains in cities that were not built by them. No one knows where the original builders went, but out of desperation, humanity fled to the mountaintop cities to escape the harsh realities of life in the lowlands where there are exotic plants that move around at night and suffocate unsuspecting animals and consume them while they sleep. There are also animal predators that are very efficient at hunting humans. That's really all I want to share because I think I'll start ruining things if I say more.

Please, be kind.