The (Apologetic) Story Of Sunnypack · 10:58am Jan 21st, 2015
It was late in the afternoon as a tired individual collapses on the soft, welcoming embrace of the bed that he owns. This person knows that he will have to get up. Obviously, there is work to do. But! he thinks to himself, I've already done work, I have toiled and slaved to get some dough, and come next morning I will have to continue doing so.
So this individual lies in his bed for a while, chasing the fantasy that he could lie there a moment without style, perhaps for an eternity.
A voice beckons him to urge him to rise. He lazily waves the voice away.
"Go away," he mutters. "Let me sleep a wink."
No, the voice replies. You must not sleep, get up, you must think.
It was true that voice was right. There was much thinking to do. So sunnypack gets up, weary and wasted, sits at his desk and types fast, charging through.
There is much to be written. Ideas fly through his head like a kaleidoscope of butterflies. He sits at his desk feverishly typing. Word after word it seems they are all crafted with much care, but soon the tiredness is too much to bear.
If I write anymore, sunnypack thinks, they will find me at my desk, having not slept a wink.
But passion pulls at this young author, he strives to create, he strives to inspire. There will be a day, sunnypack desires, a day when his fictions convey beautifully the plot that transpires.
The movie plays in his frantic mind, the mood is different every time. A piece of life, a laugh or two, perhaps a sad or sombre tune.
Oh how I wish the world could see, the world as I see it, so plain to me!
But faltering his hands come to a rest, and the melody stops, though he tried his best. The story that seems to have come to life, has hit a wall, it's been stricken with strife. "Why do other stories seem so much easier to type? Is it because there is no hype?" sunnypack stares at the blinking cursor on his screen. He's seen where they've gone, he's known where they've been. Nothing springs forth from his hands anymore, what is written is cluttered, it is spam, it is trash. They don't even follow a pattern. It doesn't even flow. The words they don't come. It's not even right. I can't do it! I can't see it! Where is it! What is it?! WHY?!
Exhausted, the author collapses in his chair. He swivels around, disgusted, in despair. He trudges to his bed, he lies down with a slump. A lump pokes his side, he doesn't even care.
sunnypack closes his eyes. "Tomorrow" he croaks desperately, but no one hears his cries... for tomorrow starts the same routine and whispered promise, tinged with lies, and as the day wears on, a little more of him dies...
I'm so sorry I haven't been writing as much. It feels like I've lost my touch. They have to be ready, they have to be right. Perhaps I will get it done, come the next night.
I'm so, so sorry. For being late with this update. Perhaps this story will be interesting enough to tide you through?
Also, the chapters are more rigorously edited and checked for consistency and better reading. The next chapter will be well-crafted and much of the humour will be back, it'll get back to the original tone of the piece. Thanks again to Thornwing. This guy is great, go follow him or throw him some chocolate or something.
As always, my incredibly patient readers, thanks for reading!
P.S. My new job requires me to wake up 4:30 AM and goes until 5 PM. That's why I haven't been typing so much. 6 days a week and then I sleep all day Sunday. Hooray.
Ouch!!! Near twelve hours of that intensity would steal the thundar from any writer!
Stay in for a bit and take a nap on your next day off. That's the best thing you can do for your story.
I work similar hours (4:30 am - 5:45 pm - most days) so I fully understand. This is why I publish about once a month. (And I'm behind...again.)
Just publish when you publish. You're not getting paid to do this right? Even professional writers pay the bills first - many of them had full time jobs even after getting two or three popular books published. A few never stop working even after becoming popular.
Write when you feel like writing. If one story doesn't inspire you then write the one that does. Don't ever think you _have_ to write for anyone but yourself.
This actually feels kind of sad.
Y'know what, do what I do: take as long as you need on the chapters. I won't mind.
-Kirb, possibly on drugs. (yt • da • tr) fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2015/019/3/b/sig_by_flyingbrickanimation-d8elwjm.png
No worries. I'm pretty sure half of fimfic goes through the same thing, I know I sure do.
Hooe it goes well for you, at least you didn't have my dreams today, I had 2 of the same exact dream, and was paralyzed twice, after I woke up from the dream which I was also paralyzed in, for a few seconds.
No worries. I used to work a 3am to 11am shift. Made everything odd.
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Thanks everyone, glad to know that there are people out there who know what it feels like. Fiction writing will come, I'm sure of it.