Why Are you Here?
I had taken the long busride to work again, and had an hour still to kill time, before my training session began, So I had Stopped at the Big Lots next store, bought a ledger and some pens. I sat down in the break room and began to write some random ideas I had. My story Line Archlen has sevral unclear points or questions left open, so this story was designed to point thos ethings out, but NOT to answer any of the questions. Kinda teasingly poking fun at my own plotholes... Eventually one of my co workers came in, to wait as well, and noticed me writting, I let her read the three pages I had. She finished sat it down and asked "Why Are you here?" I didn't understand her at first, then she elaborated on her question by saying "This is good!" So why are you here?"
I need money. A simple answer, but As I explained to her more about my world of Archlen she just stared at me in fascination the someone seeing a masterpiece in the works must have looked.
Its a rather nice ego boost though I typically doubt my own skill no matter how many people say other wise. a writer is always his toughest critic.
I need money. A simple answer, but As I explained to her more about my world of Archlen she just stared at me in fascination the someone seeing a masterpiece in the works must have looked.
Its a rather nice ego boost though I typically doubt my own skill no matter how many people say other wise. a writer is always his toughest critic.