Prison Vs Promise
A stranger's blog I read sporadically reveals that she quitted her job as a lawyer last week. Given that she's my age, it must have been two years at most before she decided enough is enough.
Today, I managed to tidy some a couple of manuscripts for submission. I remember shaking my head and going, damn you need new works! There are at least half a dozen unfinished tales, but why have I stop telling?
My dream is to write fiction for a living and earning enough to keep me wandering the earth.
Everything else is a contribution to the fulfilment of that dream. Especially disasterous romances. It's never painful in that light. You learn to anticipate the moment and milk it for all its worth.
It's a promise; it's not a prison.
And Chinyi has bought a portable keyboard just so we can work on the compositions.
I must be 争气。Must see beyond petty romances and other trivia.
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