Yesterday was a lousy day. Ronnie James Dio died, so did my Playstation. I was told I might need a root canal also. Then I wanted to watch a few episodes of "The Wire". Quietly on the couch and I couldn't find the remote control of the old DVD player I had to dust off. Like any human being with a slight distaste for drama, I went to bed early.
Without any means of Audio-Visual motivation, I'm left alone with my books and my writing. Just when I was hitting somewhat of a roadblock with "Solace" and questionating my motivation. Is that a blessing in disguise? I'm reading the words on my arm again & again and I believe so. I was losing focus. The greatest thing with writing is that bubble that it creates around you and shells you from the outside world. People that play video games might be able to relate because it's like toying with a map editor. You need patience and attention to detail, but you can't stop thinking how awesome it's going to be when it's going to be finished. How people around the network are going to enjoy it.
I don't have the money to buy another console. I'm trying to save up for a trip in Turkey right now and I can't front three hundred bucks for anything else. Not before Christmas AT LEAST. I'm going back to "Solace". I have until Christmas to write a solid draft. Not bad, now I have a deadline.
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