NAG

Chapter 1.1 Names...

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The sound of me fidgeting with my pen echoes throughout the dorm room.

"Fantasy and fun? Eroded dreams?" I lightly mumble to myself as I brainstorm names for my book.

I have been writing this book for 3 years and even after recently finishing it I have yet to think of a suitable name for it.

"The hero and his party? Trees and castles??"

I yell out in anger as I slam the pen in my hand onto my desk, which is littered with paper full of no good book names. I hate naming things.

When I was 5 my parents got me a cat for my birthday and let me name him. His name after that day was Blacky blue... If you couldn't guess, his fur was black and eyes were blue. I blame my parents for not only letting a five year old name an animal but keeping the god-forsaken name that followed.

I look at my watch, staring at the silver minute and hour hands dance on my wrist, I read 11:40 pm.

"UGHh" an ugly sounding grown escapes my mouth

 I need to be in bed by 12:00 for classes tomorrow and I know if I don't submit this now I'll procrastinate it until next summer. 

I look at the story detail tab of my wattpad account and glance at the title that has yet to be filled in. I had already entered in all the other information, including what seemed to be hundreds of tags, I never understood why almost every story or novel on here had so many when it could be simplified and condensed into just one or two. Nonetheless, I fell into the trend and ended up adding on almost everything my mind could think was relevant.

Nervously looking back down at my watch I notice that 10 minutes have already passed while I was lost in thought.

"You know what screw it!" I yell in frustration. 

Looking down at my keyboard I type the first thing that comes to my mind, my grandma's name, Heather. After quickly checking that all 100 chapters were in place I hit publish.

So what if it's a shitty name? If push comes to shove I'll bluff my way out of it and make up some lame excuse like my grandma died and I wanted to do this in her memory. My grandmother was very much alive and healthy but what would my readers know?

After reassuring myself that everything would work out I looked proudly at my computer screen to see all 100 chapters successfully uploaded and now viewable to anyone's prying eyes.

It may seem a little weird to everyone that a whole damn novel popped up out of nowhere all at once instead of the classic one chapter at a time submission, but I didn't want to publish each chapter as I made them just to have my hard work ridiculed and made fun of by all the harsh critics that were soon to awaken from the beast known as the internet.

Standing up I walk over to the bathroom to brush my teeth before bed. Looking in the mirror my brown hair is all messy and out of place. As I'm fixing my hair I notice the bags under my brown eyes that remind me of autumn.

What am I doing with my life? I work, read, write, and repeat day to day with no changes to my lifestyle.

"Well nothing I can do about it." I say to myself as I shove the toothbrush into my mouth. After quickly cleaning out my mouth I spit out the toothpaste and rinse out my mouth, heading to my bed shortly after.

Before I could think of changing my clothes, sleep took me hostage like a thief in the night.

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