WRITE OR DIE

All right, all right, I'm writing, okay?

No, not okay. Because I'm sure you're just going to stop writing all of a sudden. Right NOW.







Oh. Whoops. I just did. Haha.

So I'm talking to myself. No big deal. Nothing wrong with talking to myself. I bet loads of people do it. Certainly not just me.

Because, you know, I'm not some weird lunatic. Nope. Not at all.

Of course, crazy people never really admit that they're nuts.

What if I am insane? That would be totally horrible. Can you just imagine what would happen if that was true? My mom would cry her eyes out, wondering how she failed as a mother. My dad, on the other hand, would be in total denial. I can hear him, "NO! My daughter is not insane! How dare you insinuate anything so terrible???" And my sister would be like, "Oh cool. My sister's nuts. Now I have the entire room to myself."

No, I don't think my sister's that evil. Maybe now, but not when I'm actually, truly insane. If it ever reaches that point, I think my sister will look at me with sad eyes, shake her head and say, "It's such a pity."

Yup.

Now, you know. I just realized that I actually AM writing. A lot of blathering nonsense, sure, but I still am writing! Isn't that just totally awesome? IT IS!

I think.

But all this writing doesn't mean anything. And I'm not going to be a #1 New York Times Bestselling author if I continue writing useless things without a clearly set goal in front of me. Well, being a #1 New York Times Bestselling author is probably the clearest a goal can get, but you know, writing like this won't catapult me to that list even if I do it for 24 hours straight.

Will it?

I mean, it's just been 9 minutes or so and I have 310 words so far.

Isn't that just beautiful?

Anyway. I'm tired. Bye now.

*This is only slightly autobiographical and is not really an actual true-to-life blog post. (After all, I highly doubt my mom or my dad or my sister would actually do those things.) I was just bored and I decided to try out this cool thingy called "Write or Die" where I'm forced to write, and if I don't write, I could actually have bits of the stuff I write unwrite itself. It's so sad that I have to resort to such measures to be inspired to write, but it's actually effective because my 10-minute time limit is already up since a few minutes ago, yet I'm still writing like there's no tomorrow. This is probably the first time I write at breakneck speed (not that any necks will be broken) and I can't say I dislike this. I'll probably be back tomorrow. :)

473 words!