Patience is a virtue II
Eh. Some people are growing impatient again... >.> ...and I guess I can't blame them.
Dear Diary...
Just a moment ago I realized that yesterday it had been exactly one year since I first complained about the... inefficiency of my esteemed creator. ( Here.) I was then reassured into believing that it is only a good thing that she is ignoring us, as it is quite possible that in her writings we would only end up in great trouble. Nevertheless, it has been a year since that, and I am forced to admit that my patience is again growing thin.
In truth, I am beginning to think that even facing the most horrifying dangers her imagination can product would be better than this dull existence on the borders of her mind. Very dull borders, at that. I admit, she has made some progress with the storyline during this year - in fact, the whole thing is even beginning to have something that reminds a plot. This is the only reason I've stayed quiet this long. As she does not like pressure, I thought leaving her in peace might be a good idea, but I'm starting to doubt that.
If she'd only give me something meaningful to do... I swear I will be bored to death if nothing happens some day soon. That eternal procrastinator... does she really need someone to stand with a drawn sword by her, threatening to cut her head off if she does not start writing?
...that was, in fact, a pretty good idea. I wonder where my sword is...
If she'd only start writing. Start writing about me, to be exact. I am sure I'd be a worthy heroine of... whatever she has in mind for me. Of course, the problem here is that once she finishes writing, I will again have nothing to do but live in my memories... but at least I will have memories of my own by then. (If I will live, that is.....)
Hey! What if she writes a bestseller? A bestseller that will get much fanfiction written about it? Then I'd get into countless adventures, and...
Fanfiction. On a closer thought, that's quite a scary idea. Maybe I'll just hope that she will not write a bestseller.
In truth, I'd be happy if she wrote anything at all.
The pen is laid down. The girl eyes her text for a moment, rises then up with a stretch. The diary is left open on the table as she walks of, muttering something about going to check where that sword is, after all.
Dear Diary...
Just a moment ago I realized that yesterday it had been exactly one year since I first complained about the... inefficiency of my esteemed creator. ( Here.) I was then reassured into believing that it is only a good thing that she is ignoring us, as it is quite possible that in her writings we would only end up in great trouble. Nevertheless, it has been a year since that, and I am forced to admit that my patience is again growing thin.
In truth, I am beginning to think that even facing the most horrifying dangers her imagination can product would be better than this dull existence on the borders of her mind. Very dull borders, at that. I admit, she has made some progress with the storyline during this year - in fact, the whole thing is even beginning to have something that reminds a plot. This is the only reason I've stayed quiet this long. As she does not like pressure, I thought leaving her in peace might be a good idea, but I'm starting to doubt that.
If she'd only give me something meaningful to do... I swear I will be bored to death if nothing happens some day soon. That eternal procrastinator... does she really need someone to stand with a drawn sword by her, threatening to cut her head off if she does not start writing?
...that was, in fact, a pretty good idea. I wonder where my sword is...
If she'd only start writing. Start writing about me, to be exact. I am sure I'd be a worthy heroine of... whatever she has in mind for me. Of course, the problem here is that once she finishes writing, I will again have nothing to do but live in my memories... but at least I will have memories of my own by then. (If I will live, that is.....)
Hey! What if she writes a bestseller? A bestseller that will get much fanfiction written about it? Then I'd get into countless adventures, and...
Fanfiction. On a closer thought, that's quite a scary idea. Maybe I'll just hope that she will not write a bestseller.
In truth, I'd be happy if she wrote anything at all.
The pen is laid down. The girl eyes her text for a moment, rises then up with a stretch. The diary is left open on the table as she walks of, muttering something about going to check where that sword is, after all.