Here’s a little update from Sam Guydude’s world – These are crazy times, and they can only be fought with amusement.
Let’s face it. A writer’s life is rarely an adventure. Hunched alone in front of a glowing square is neither dangerous nor adrenaline-inducing.
Recently, something terrible happened – something that made me so sad that I started reevaluating the very purpose of my life. Something that changed the value of my home, my stuff, and my will to live.
If you’re struggling to grasp the essence of a science fiction text, I believe this model, coupled with the ensuing discussion, could serve as a catalyst for an engaging analysis.
Writing requires discipline, an understanding of language, and stamina. We all know there is only one thing that can boost all these qualities at once: alcohol.
There’s noise. “Dragonair!” shouts a fair-haired girl, and immediately, there’s a stir in the pond. People scurry around, looking down at their hands with concentrated expressions.
But what’s this now? The left pedal arm on the bike is loose. Dammit! Gotta pull over to the side. No tools. I manage to secure it somewhat with two regular keys.