I know I should be worried over the fact that I’ve still got
some 20 geometrically neat drawings for gamtek class, while the deadline is
next week.
but I do have butterflies and beetles crawling all over
in my stomach if I got remembered of the fact that I’ve lost my writing rhythm.
a few days ago, I think it was Wednesday, I’ve managed to
write a shortie titled Last Days As A Felis (LDAAF). finished it by the time
the clock touches 2 am mark. and then the very next day, around the same time,
I’ve finished a shortie titled Pachelbel Canon.
they were quite new for me. especially LDAAF. for those of
you who haven’t read it here, it’s a story told from a cat’s point of view.
immediately after I got the inspiration, my fingers began to dance with the
rhythm of my brain output in the middle if the night. when I was supposed to be
in my dream space. and the second shortie, PC, the ending wasn’t quite right.
and I hope you can help me with it I can find a more suitable ending.
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even L was mad when she knew it. sorry, L. q:
but after that, I can’t do it anymore. like, there’s nothing
coming out, even if I tried it really hard. which is really, one of the
suckiest things in my life. .__. and even if I do have the inspiration, I can’t
really transform it into a shortie. they’re there, and they just need to be
pulled out. but that’s the problem; I don’t even have a hand to pull it out.
and so, I decided to do some reading on ernest hemingway’s
shorties and the stories in my shortie anthology books. and this time, I’ll
read like a writer. (I hope)
anyway, something good is coming soon. and there are two of
them. one is my homecoming, and the other... well, let’s just keep that one for
myself, shall we? ^^
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