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no, actually, i wrote a lot these past six months, they’re just scattered here, there, everywhere in the virtual landscape i have embraced, just that they’re not here. yes, i am now a paid writer. my fate (and monthly salary) lies in the hands of words and sentences, commas and periods, prefixes and suffixes and the likes.
i suffer for this passion. now i remember why i didn’t wanna do journalism or advertising in the first place. they’re very draining. sure, i get the practice and i get the exposure. god knows i need them, but doesn’t mask the fact that i am somewhat sick of them.
i look at words and sentences on a daily basis, not because and when i want to, but because i have to. lucky this is something i like doing, but i have my bad days, you know?
so when that happens, i escape. i travel in my head, to an alternate reality, a reality where kuchiki byakuya is falling for his new fukutaichou (kisuke kazahana, kudos to whoever managed to figure out who she is related to, it doesn’t take that much thinking, i promise). or another dimension where dean winchester is falling for this mysterious, dark haired paranormal researcher/writer.
gawsh, but you know what all these alternate realities and other dimensions made me realize? it made me realize that, even when i want to escape and run away from it all, i seem to run back to writing anyways. like this is something i have to do, for both pleasure and pain. writing is something i do for a living and relaxation.
and that’s not so bad now, is it?
