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So… how are you doing? Everything good? I sure hope so. To you over the big lake, today is the day, isn’t it? I think it is. How many of you got coal? And how many got what you wished for?
So… I’d like to be all excited and stuff, but I’m so fucking tired from the cooking and basically everything. But hey, I’ve been working on some stuff for you—“working” on the second book, which I may never release, but yeah, the main plot and stuff are basically done. Characters are done, and I’m so excited about it.
But let’s talk about the current one. To be honest, I wasn’t thinking about it at all. Haha, kidding! Of course, I did. And yeah, in my dumb head, I’ve got plans for what’s to come. But honestly, I’m so afraid of fucking up this Australia part and basically the rest of what I’ve planned. Truth be told, I’ve been reading what I’ve written here, and for me, it sucks so much—like, holy shit, it’s bad. It’s completely different from what I originally had in mind.
It’s like the spark is slowly fading away. I’m not a writer—I’ve always known that. And it took, what, 13 hours to realize I’m making a fool out of myself yet again. I’ve even thought about deleting it and never coming back, to be honest.
The thing is, I have so many plans and ideas—so many you wouldn’t believe! I’m so creative when it comes to this stuff, but putting those ideas into words? Yeah, that’s not really my thing. But I’ll finish this. Even if it fucking sucks, I’ll finish it. It’ll take a while because, honestly, I don’t really know where to go next with this story.
I don’t want to make it some cliché drama where, you know, “he cheated on her, she cheated on him, he said this, she said that.” But I feel like I might have to. And what you should know is that I’ve lost this energy, this drive to live my life. For quite a while now, I’ve just been existing.
I’m sorry for ruining your day with this stuff. See you soon, okay? Thank you for being here.
— Jayce