Recently I am riding on a wave of ideas. There are so many of them, it's hard to make them into words. Of course I'm lying about that. There can never be too many ideas if you are a writer. And planning to churn out a few good quality books too, at that.
Since I read too damn much, I sometimes wonder if I ever have a life. I looked back to what my friends wrote in the autograph book, and there is always the sentence...she is going to be a successful writer one day, and I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Because life exist. Being so damn complicated, it's not going to work out that way...in any direction the perfectionist Virgo that is me me me have planned. My life is not working out much, for the matter.
Ah, my rants. It's getting more and more annoying day by day. Even I sometimes want to break free of this shell of a body and just...go. Do I sound depressed? Maybe I am. I don't know.
Here's a preview of what I am currently writing. POV of an OL. Well. It's not going to be a pretty fluff. But at least I tried.
Everyone's head jerked up and turned to her for a second, before hurriedly turned back to their work.
...OK. No such luck.
With a barely audible sigh, Honami stood up, straightened her attire and marched into her boss' office, a fixed smile plastered on her face. It couldn't be any worse than last time, right?
Wrong.
It's still early days yet to say I'll definitely finish up this story, let alone making it book length. Because. I feel like giving up my life. Hi, I'm 19 years old, and I want to retire. Now.
Let's not dramatise my life any further. You, I, and everyone else hate dramas. So I shall stop sounding suicidal. Besides, if you haven't known this already, everything on my blog is true, or as true as it needs to be.
I'm out.
Before I forgot, I want to apologise for the lack of a chatbox on my blog. Please comment under respective posts. It's easier to deal with unwanted advertorials that way. Sorry if it is inconvenient. But. Life needs some inconvenience to spice it up, don't you think so?
