After the 10th chapter, I think I would take a break from here. Not because I am too lazy to write anything (which I am) but I just felt that writing multiple chapters/drafts daily seemed to take a toll on my health—though it hasn't risen yet, I knew that I wasn't feeling that well lately.
Oh yeah, the Synopsis. Yeah, that Synopsis.
The problem with my Story's Synopsis is that I couldn't be able to produce a synopsis with a word count higher than 200.
Why? Because the damn keyboard kept popping up from my screen below! Sure, you can just scroll down the synopsis to press the submit button, right?
Unfortunately, I can't. No matter what, I can't even see half of my genuine synopsis and submit it properly because of that.
So, I came to the laziest method to use, which is a random quote that is related (or somehow related) to the beginning to the end of the story.
Anyway, heading back to what I was saying.
I really do hate that I write with pride and confidence, hoping that my work will get noticed, only to get no response or anyone reading it.
I hate how my story seemed to pale out of comparison to others just because they seemed to adhere to some desires or indulgences and connections.
I also hate that I write to seek approval for my story but get overshadowed by others because they are well-known. It feels like I have squandered all my time and dedication for nothing.
Yet, despite these, I wasn't that unsatisfied with it nor regret doing it. I kept writing and imagining a story while I knew the risk that wouldn't be helpful to me. However, somehow, I feel… content with it.
Sometimes, I was also stressing over what to write, what words, idioms, and descriptions could this be operated in this specific context and/or situation, and how I imagine the flow.
Yet, it was strangely enjoyable. I was alone, in my own little world, yet that world felt like a universe I created in my mind. Like a baby, or something relating to nascency; I shaped them, changed them, and influenced them, as though they were something important in my life.
(How delusional I am, right?)
Anyhow, maybe because I don't care at all. I just enjoyed what I wrote—because I didn't care about what others could think about it. I can change it easily and evolve it. Shaped it. Flesh it out. And showed it to the world.
Or maybe because I was confident that it was just a prequel and that it wasn't the main storyline I had in my mind. If the main story was also neglected like the prequel, I think I wouldn't be feeling the same as this.
Ah. or maybe I just want to learn from my mistakes and learned from them to create a better one.
And Wow, I yapped a lot just so that I ruined it unintentionally.
Well, anyway, I hope you guys enjoy the story that I have yet to complete. It would mean a lot for me. See you soon, even though I don't even know who you are. But anyway, see you.