Written 20 January 2019
I'm totally drunk today―what with two bottles of Red Horse beer circulating in my system, so to speak―while battling another serious infection in my throat that'll leave me with a scratchy voice for the coming days. The current predicament I'm in, however, was the last thing in my mind.
After many days of quitting my passion as a writer, I want to attend another local 'book fair' that will happen this week in order to confirm something within myself: "do I still have that fire inside my heart to continue writing stories that no one will (surely) appreciate?" Do I still have the passion to write, like it was back then? And for that, I am planning to meet MIDNIGHTGODDESS in her own territory, her own sanctuary. I will meet her in another battlefield that has the look and feel of a weapons exhibition―only that I will meet her as an 'abomination' who's loyal to her cause . . . even if we're worlds apart from each other.
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After Action [COMPLETED]
Non-FictionA "declassified" compilation of rants written on the 'Unknown Variable' Facebook page for this year . . . A chronicle of one broken man's journey into the heart of his own darkness . . . A raw look at the negative, pessimistic, and profane―but authe...