For the past month, I have been writing this huge story. At first, it started off as a 30-page story, one of the longest I have ever written. Now, it's somewhere in the 130-page region. And I keep adding to it. I don't even know if it is a novel or not. Most of it is just paragraph after paragraph of stream-of-consciousness prose. Though it has a storyline. I don't know what to do with it. It's all disjointed and I don't know how to connect the pieces. Although writing 130 pages is better than nothing at all.
It's funny. For the longest time, I have had writer's block. I would write the worst garbage in the world, it's not even funny. It's amazing how one person can become your muse and all of a sudden, you start writing like crazy, and it's not bad at all, but actually, quite good. Sure, my story is disjointed and the pieces are scattered everywhere. But I love all the parts of it. If it weren't for one person - one girl - this story would have never come to fruition. If it weren't for a single concert, a single phrase, a single song - who knows if I would have written 130 pages.
She once wrote "thank you for existing." Well, now I must write, to the girl I told to watch my things at the concert, thank YOU for existing. You keep my hand and pen moving and you bring color to my world, to my eyes.
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