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
Real question: Are music considered entertainment during that doesn't disturb writing. Or should it be considered a part of the writing process itself?
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.
"He will be here, isn't he?"
"Yes... The king-to-be of this country."
"..............."
"You don't have to see him."
"No...," She continued "I will fucking kill him myself."
"Our brother."
Dude fart out loud every time a plot point/device/gag about to occure, even if it's an off screen one like across the world, or a small gag that exists in 1 panel.
"Dear Diary... To whom it may concern, and whom that possesses knowledge to this kind of thing, do these type of questions common while people are having sex, or the guy is just very good at making me dry?"