I believe I have something called "Post-chapter depression" where after finishing a chapter, all motivation to write the next one just gone even though I just had it.
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On one hand, I would like to be a random soul in the ever floating world that focused on its goal to the end of the journey where he'll sleep daily next to heaven, alone, romantically staring at the night sky
On the other hand, I miss her and I kinda want the validation she gave me once again..
My story got a lot of traffic, as in views, readers, favorites, etc. But never, ever, nada, basically 0 comments. Does this mean my story's not on the comedic side?
4.8k words in 3 days (actually 4.1 since 700 were already prewritten but stfu).
Now Imma sleep well tonight and do it all again tomorrow.
I would either leave town covered in bruises or covered in handprints, and my fate was not in my control, in my will no more. Maybe, just maybe, it is like what I've once read of Michel de Montaigne: “In a great storm, sailors in ancient times invoked Neptune: O God! You will save or destroy me according to your will. But whatever you will, I will steer my ship as necessary!”
Expectation: I didn't post anything after 3 days of trying
Reality: I wrote 3000 words, it's just that the chapter's long, don't put yeself down.
There could be people I know in that crowd, people I've interacted with, people I've slept with. The thought alone humiliate a fragile-by-time soul like mine enough, the air was getting thicker, the voices were getting louder and my mind were getting filled with animated tangled strings.
Suggestion needed:
Sound for continuous slapping, a woman bitchslapping another woman, but it goes on for a long time so it shouldn't sound too weird, should I use "tap" "slap" "bap" "chad"?
735 words to 2389 words in two days, I think I'm in love with having a time table thingy
It was one of the happiest moment since I'm into town, even though everything leading up to that was insignificant for me to feel like that. And I should have guess that I was, just, a little, too happy, as I the moment went into hell.
The door to the room slam open.
I feel like if one of my loved ones' be in trouble, I would use them for my gains.
It never happened, but I just have the feeling, I would.
I fell down to my knees, accepting fate, accepting the fact that my legs were walking on its own towards an unnamed destiny.
Maybe, just maybe, it is like what I've once read of Michel de Montaigne: “In a great storm, sailors in ancient times invoked Neptune: O God! You will save or destroy me according to your will. But whatever you will, I will steer my ship as necessary!”
Electricity went out, spent 20.000VNĐ for 3 hours to go to an internet cafe to write here, and holy shit they have the biggest monitor I've ever seen, liek triple the size of the laptop I've bene writing on
I'm writing pornography while listening to the Bible podcast, damn how far I've fallen.
One of the stranger sentences I've wrote:
"As the tide weakened with the grip of the feline's man"
I'm going to write a chapter today even if it means molesting s1
Crash my motorbike right in front of a car, still alive, god ain't got shit on me
Real question: Are music considered entertainment during that doesn't disturb writing. Or should it be considered a part of the writing process itself?
Done writing this chappy on pen and paper, cant wait to go home to upload
I managed to crank out an empty, boring, dry and tasteless joke that deserves my head cut clean off... Elu seems reluctant to conversate after that, of course, I just made a huge accusation, and I was starting to laugh at my own joke, like a mad woman, a crazy one, no one would laugh in this situation. But that laughter soon turn to cries, which was more in character of a human being. -
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