My name is Anna Kiara, and I am a home from work author, written 34 stories, worked 10 hours a day, 6 days a week, my whole life was about writing all my fantasies since in writing it has endless possibilities and potential, calling it as true freedom, it is the same as for music, arts, and sports, or anything related to it.
But in my defense, writing a story is like creating your own world and nourishing it as if you are a god yourself. Right now, I can pass 6 chapters within today... Oh god my mind is spinning and my eyes are so heavy, it's like the medication isn't working or is it because I stayed up all night working again.
The doctor said I have to take three pills if she wants to have a steady mind and focus on her work, no energy drinks, and always sleep 10 hours a day. Exactly what I am doing. But I am still slipping away from drowsing and drooling on my keyboards. I need to pull myself together and finish this last chapter.
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I woke up not remembering what had happened last night I then see many energy drinks spoiling up at the side of the door. Wait, shit I overdid myself. Have I sent my chapters? No.. I messed up. My editor is surely mad. As I realized that my deadline is within 30 minutes time left, a loud thud from my door was heard, a series loud knock settles and a furious calling of my name.
"Open this door, you stupid Anna!!!"
"Wait..." I hurriedly changed my smelly clothes and of course I didn't have time to shower and clean my mess. I let my editor in, his name is Louis, and he is my personal editor who takes care of my long line of chapters.
"Now where's the chapters I have to proofread it."
"Ummm... Here." Despite being together with him for the last 12 years, I am still feeling too awkward and too silent to talk normally to him, but despite my NEET behavior, he still remains composed and treating me like a true author.
"You done already?"
"Well I have no choice! You drowsed before sending it to me, I hadn't slept just waiting for your chapters!" He punches me in the head as scolding, now take a shower, we have to go.
"Ehhhh!!! Why? Is there an event or something?"
"You really forgot, there is an event for awarding authors for this month of May, and obviously you won again. Well done."
Wow... He praised me... He rarely does it...
"BUT You still have a long way to go!! Never forget that, someone will take your place, so better be prepared!!!"
As usual, lecturing me despite the fact that I always got 1st place. My one novel called The Unseen White lady has been officially turning into a comic or manga per se. It really takes 4 years of that random thought turning into a best-selling piece. The story behind a pristine white lady whose portrait is something so beautiful, the professional artist was jaw-dropped by his masterpiece. And thus, it become trending by its art and writing series.
I forgot, I need to clean, a mountain of empty energy drinks pilled is now slowly picked and put it on a trash bag, the awful stench of my armpits with my messy oversized black t shirt and white shorts. My heavy dark eye bags is still messing in my vision as an author, I really need to see a doctor but I have to go to the invitation that Louis, the editor scolded me for, meaning to say there must be something important. Before, I can just skip the awards since it is too much of a hassle to go with annoyingly associating with people I don't know and handshake whie taking a shot for the monthly awards pictures.
He also said about being wary to rising star authors, they may be the real deal, I don't want to meet nor compete with them, it lacks the fun. If Louis were here, he would have scolded me and said that makes it fun, how much of a hassle he can be. But he did wait for 8 hours for the chapters that I haven't sent. I took a warm shower, with cloud-like soap rinsing and making my skin clean and pristine. And I was on my way to the train station.
I rushed with a marmalade bread on my hungry mouth of mine as it was already 12 pm, I have to get on time. I certainly made it, packed with crowds of people, having their own agendas to attend to, including me I got just in time. I was tightly squeezed much like anyone here in the train.
The sunlight rays bathing in my face, birds chirp and flew as it greets the people of today, my fully packed formal dress and let's include a usual plot in the train scene, a groper. He reaches in to my behind as this awful person meets an awkward me, couldn't shout for help or do something...
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As he reaches deeper inside my skirt, another person intervened and gripped the groper's shoulder as he never let's go with the sheer amount of strength he puts, the groper gave up and with his priceless expression, this is usually called the groper scene, one of my plot for romance. Could this be a triggered plot from this guy, I sure hope we didn't develop too much.
"Are you okay?" A nice tall guy greets me with an innocent but nice guy.
"I'm fine... Thank you..." The guy was surprised as something of what I did was resulted by his mere blush, cornering him to have an affection towards me but not in the creepy way. Anyhow, I should get on another bus...
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WHAAAAATT!!!! This guy again, exactly who is he? Why is he here in the writing awards?!!" Louis joins in their meeting as this person reluctantly grins with shock.
"Oh you are here Anna. I forgot to tell you there are two 1st place winners for this month. Anna meet Ben Stewart."
I kinda knew it.