Tedious Life, Hideous Strife.

I swear I'm unable to write consistently, I used to write maybe twelve different stories at one time and never finished one, I only added more to the list. Thank god my tablet broke and I lost my data, it would have otherwise driven me further insane. I was however, disappointed in losing the beginning chapter to a Tolkien and George R. R. Martin inspired story, but it was the price I had to pay. Anyway, the reason I am writing this is to alert you to my inefficientcy at deadlines, I had promised a story by Christmas, but I'm still working on it, I'm an artist whether I like it or not (I don't) and it must be perfect! Or at least as perfect as one can make a turd. I hope I didn't take up to much of your time but feel free to go now, because I'm done, ta ta, bye now, you can leave, why are you still here? Just go, C'mon, you can do it... Fine then I'll just go.