Might take a while · 3:00am Oct 5th, 2014
Staring at page. I seem to have forgotten how to write my characters. Its four in the morning. The Red King dances upon star light. Rereading older chapters, the hell was I thinking? The eye watches. Might take longer than expected to sort out the deer arc. Battery on my laptop has almost run out. There is no road.
Pay no attention to the guy writing ramblings at four in the morning.
Stay frosty and continue writing. Your fingers gotta be Oscar Mike.
What about the others? Where dances the others?
2508711 What others? There are no dances.
The Queen of Thunder cavorts in the sound of sovereigns drawing swords.
I don't know what you're talking about.
2508812
You obviously do...
The King of the Sea waltzes in the sky of blue...
Handy... You are the road.
But it's the best time to pay attention to rambling writers!
The mad duke's hunt savages the land, searching for that which one can not desire.
2509685 Seriously, I don't.
The count of the wind pays no heed to the mountain's tribute
2510546 One should never listen to half awake ramblings.
The lord of mist hesitates upon the break of dawn
2510250 There is no road.
2510846 The Lord of Dreams hungers eternally feasting upon moonlight...
Huh, if you ever see, perhaps you would make a story with it?
2510846 I'd continue, but then this blog's comment section would turn into something worse than the middle east.
That's pretty fuckin' bad man."you are the road..."