ItsJuanCamilo

LADIES AND GENTS, the prologue has been published. Enjoy!
          	
          	https://www.wattpad.com/story/400657005

ItsJuanCamilo

HEY HEY HEY!
          
          CHAPTER 24, FINALLY, IS NOW PUBLISHED!
          
          And that ends Arthur's story of matcha. Jusko, it actually took me more than six months to finish one, ha. Kaloka.
          
          ANYWAYS, ACOICM IS ALSO FINISHED JUST IN TIME FOR THE WATTYS! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ItsJuanCamilo

It's Chapter 20, and there's 0 words. Reason? I've hit a roadblock.

ItsJuanCamilo

@ElenaireMarione update: still on a roadblock, but some stones got removed on the way; i just need to get this big boulder out and the road is clear again AHAHAHAHAH
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ElenaireSarince

@ItsJuanCamilo same
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ItsJuanCamilo

Currently writing Chapter 18 of ACOICM. My feelings right now? Crap. 17's not yet out but I do have a feeling that the readers would kill me for doing something there. Either way, what's written is already written.
          
          I just wish I could see the end of this book. If I could, then that'd be a feat for my writing path since 2017, and I could give justice to my being a writer. 
          
          Wanna clue for the next chapters: It's all going down south.

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Next chapter's to be published on August 31, 2024.
          
          A bit of spoiler:
          
          Genuine question: How would one feel if someone told you that they liked how you wrecked them in bed, drunk and uncontrollable? I know, I know, it seems too specific of a question, but hear me out. I am without words. If there was one word that would define my emotions right now, it’s fucking confusion. No more, no less. Especially that his words specifically not directed towards me, but rather towards the deed that we did. His actual words were “I like what we did back there at the hotel,” so why am I feeling jittery all of a sudden . . . I could not sit in one corner and do nothing, rather I wanted to, like, wreck something. I don’t know. Roxie on the side noticed that I was counting sheep in my head to reconstitute my mental bullshit from thinking too much, probably whatever’s on her mind is definitely not the one I am currently thinking about.