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Eyes so Blue 2.0/ Trying to find one's inner writer #1


He grabs her wrists and pushes her against the wall. Her heart beats faster. He kisses her. Rough, but tender. Passionate. His body against hers. Her body against his. She feels his every muscle moving. He feels her breasts going up and down. His hand slips under her skirt. She...

Nah. This ain't going to work. If you want to read porn, I advice you "50 Shades of Grey"....or "Make out Paradise", that's also a nice one, if you may believe Kakashi-sensei....He's that white haired cool looking ninja instructor from Naruto.The manga/anime? It's something Japanese.

Anyway, this isn't going to be one of those books. This is "Eyes so blue 2.0". Yeah, the first version kinda sucked...

Publisher: -after reading my first manuscript- "You're a pussy."
Me: "No, I'm a rabbit." ^w^
Publisher: (¬_¬)
Me: -realises what the publisher means- "Oh." -____________________-"
Publisher: -facepalm- "You have to man up."
Me: "How?"
Publisher: "Sex sells. Try sex."

Sex may sell. But...Seriously? How on earth can I fill a whole book with that? Wait, let me rephrase it. How can I write a whole book about sex and still stand out? As far as I know, it's sort of impossible to write a modern version of the Kamasutra. That thing already describes every possible and thinkable position... So, I don't think I can add something new.

Publisher: "Then kill someone."
Me: "I'm a law student."
Publisher: "What does that have to do with it?"
Me: "They taught me the penalty for murder..."
Publisher: "So?"
Me: "I don't feel like spending 20 years behind bars." (¬_¬)
Publisher: "Too bad. You could use the publicity."

No sex and no murder. What else can I write about? That's what I now need to figure out.
Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. The name is Kain, Kain Godchilds. Pronounced as "KH-I-N", not like the walking stick. People always seem to get that wrong.

I'll be the one guiding you through the story. 
So, buckle up because I haven't got the foggiest idea what we're going to encounter on our journey. Σ(^w^")



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