Hmm, think think, think, I´m truly sorry reader, but i can´t think of any, maybe I'm still preoccupied with the fact that we're gonna go to church later and I'm super duper sure that my crush is gonna be there. Haha! Okay now, back to the tale telling, I'm just not supposed to broadcast online family problems or closet skeletons, but to make your visit here worth your while I'll share a little part of mah life, well, it's not like an MMK Episode where you'll learn something and guess a one-word title after, It's just a simple story of a youngster who dreamed so high to be an author, Not like many and usual teenagers, wasting like half an hour or more on taking photographs of their face and going to parties like every weekend or whatever, I just make myself busy at home, not going out unless I'm gonna buy a candy or a junk food. Countless people think my Twin and I are VAMPIRES, cuz they don't really see us at daytime, and neither in nighttime. Little do they know, we're assiduous on something called WRITING. I was 13 back then (so is my twin sister) and not that I'm rushing but I set a goal that my manuscript should be done and on the publisher's hands before the 19th of September, which happens to be my birthday, but obviously I didn't succeed, because just so you know, I'm 15 years old now and you won't find any book in any bookstore in the world that has an author named Andrea Geronimo, UNLESS, I know what you're thinking, there's someone also named like me! And if you're wondering why I failed to finish it, it is because I still have a life and life isn't just about writing, and like my daddy always tell us, You have to separate or budget your time between hobby and responsibility. AND reader, I'm not rich, I just came from a middle-class family and at home we have duties or responsibilities to deal with.You're probably thinking right now that my story will end here but NO, It doesn't cuz, just so you know my twin influenced me on being sentimental, so I kept the unfinished manuscript at the lowest cabinet beside our study table. The manuscript was just handwritten on a simple intermediate pad, If you'll look at it it has different colors, I varied their color to divide every chapter. THEN... The time has come for me to reminisce with it, reread and laugh at some mistakes, but GUESS WHAT, The cute tiny rat made my manuscript its dinner! it may seem so ridiculous, but instead of thinking how the rat gnawed my precious manuscript I was preoccupied by the fact that IT'S ALL GONE NOW! I poured months into writing that, my brain exploding with endless imaginations, immeasurable hard work and fresh and new calluses everyday (cuz I wrote it with my hands, I preferred the old and hard way of writing a novel because my head won't come up with new ideas while typing.).
Life really isn't that hard and fucked as it seems, All you have to do is go with the flow, learn and enjoy!
