I had such a workout yesterday . Instead of my regular sleep - in late Saturday , I woke up and got ready to work again . But instead of dressing in a fancy suit , I dressed in old jeans , ripped working shoes and a regular long sleeve shirt . My father , brother , and I were ready by 8 a . m . and so we went to work with my cousin Diego . At 9 a . m . we started working . The roof was tall and slanted ; I knew I wouldn 't get up there . I 've never been fond of heights however when the roof is sort of plain I make the effort to help up there , but not this time . I didn 't feel so useless however , as the other four people who could do roof work got up there . At first my brother and I watched the guys climb up there like spider men , then as the trash went down the roof we watched that , we helped as we could bringing tools , materials , and drinks to the pros . After they got down with one side , the amount of trash was much that it covered the grass . We started picking it up , big pieces first and left everything else on sailcloth to pick it up later . For hours we did this , it was longer than I initially thought . After we were done with one side we went to the other , however we had to take trips to the trash dumpster this time . And with time the trips got tougher , our legs were giving out , I can feel the numbness of my legs now as it 's hard to walk , every time we go roofing though I can expect this . It 's a terrible feeling when you see someone fall from such a height , while my brother and I were on break , we sat on a bench and watched the guys work . Two of them were stepping on the same 2 × 4 wood that was holding them while they walked on the roof , and the thing gave up on them and broke . Incapable of holding anything they both fell down as we watched from a distance , impotent and useless , we seemed so slow when trying to run to see if they were okay . A few scratches and back pain it was , and they both were okay , but the scare was enough . It 's nothing like the movies , usually things like that are never like in the movies , more like in books though , when you read it on a book that you 're into you feel it more . First thing you hope is " I hope they are conscious " then you thinking " I hope they didn 't break anything " . Well apart from that we carried some shingles onto the lifting ladder that takes them to the roofing people , who then carries them on his shoulder through a ladder that is actually lying on the roof ( sounds crazy ) and places it across the roof for easier retrieval . We finished at 8 p . m . and our whole body ached , we had arm , leg , back , chest workout in every way . I bet if you get someone to do that every day and drink their protein shake at the end of the day they would bulk up in no time . It 's a story alright , that 's been on my head for quite some time , actually first story I 've ever thought of and story I have never written . I think it 's the beginning that gets me and I 've figured that if I could finally manage to decide on how things should start the rest will write itself . I can 't tell you how many times I started on it , get about 5 , 000 words and just scrap it all . I feel like I want to make it just too epic , is there such a thing . A story that has you hooked all the way . So I 've been busy alright . My part - time has been slowly but surely turning into a full - time . Also I 've done a couple more translation jobs along the way and leaving that out the way I also have gone out for a few days leaving little to no time to have some free time . I 've worked on the quest line for the game Robin is making , though I haven 't seen him in a while I 'm waiting on him for that . I was also offered to write news and articles for an online gaming site , but sadly I haven 't been able to attend any of the trainings because of my schedule . Last time I had some free time to do anything I tried playing this game called " Two Worlds II " which was okay but didn 't really get much into it , haven 't touched it since . Besides all that I 've spent some quality time with my girlfriend , and also the less I write the less the ideas come to my head and the worse my writing gets . But I 'm decided to change that today . First things first though . I have to get some Chapter Outlines done on my three stories and my other story , The Final Element . I figure this will help a hell of a lot in writing and getting creative in each chapter . However this means that I won 't write much until I 've outlined plenty of Chapters , also I will probably stop posting a story on my blog when I 'm like 5 - 10 chapters in depending on how long it is . For personal reasons you know , I mean someone can easily take your work online and make it their own , it 's possible and scary in a way . I almost took a writing job on a freelancing site , it dealt with ghost writing a thrill novel , chapters outlined and all , I submitted a proposal with some writing I 've done in one of my stories ( won 't say which ) and it was to their liking . Then I asked myself : Am I ready for this ? Well I wished I was ; I wanted to jump in and write it all . For a novel with almost 100 , 000 words , in - your - face style of writing . I would 've had to give up my job to write it , the job I just got . Of course it would pay more , a lot more , but I had to do well or I would 've been out and lost both ways . And after that who can say that I would 've gotten more jobs ? I decided I wasn 't ready yet , you just sort of know when you are , and until I 've written a couple for myself I don 't think I 'll be able to write one for someone else , actually I sort of really don 't want to , I want all the stories I write for me . Michael Grey exited the CVS pharmacy on June 1st , 2019 at 9 : 30a . m . Though summer was barely arriving the warm days had already made their appearance . At 75 degrees this morning , it was a day good enough for a nice short - sleeve shirt and some shorts . Yet Michael was wearing a jacket and jeans . He felt so cold , and found it strange for him to get sick on warm days . It was usually in the winter that he would have a runny nose , and get a cold once or twice at most . He was usually a healthy man , but had recently caught some bug from who knows where . He was feeling so bad today that he had to call in sick at his Lawyer firm . " I feel like shit , man . I 'm sorry . " He told his colleague , who by hearing Michael 's voice knew he wasn 't kidding . He sounded like a long time heavy smoker that was never wise enough to quit altogether . " It 's okay , go buy some medicine and rest , we 'll reschedule the appointments for next week . " He let him off and that 's exactly what Michael did . Except the Michael he knew would be no more in a couple of hours . Michael had a terrible headache ; he felt his head constantly pulsating as if his brain would be exploding any minute now . His nose wouldn 't stop running no matter how many times he cleared it . He felt weak , light headed , his eyes were sunken in . His hands and legs sometimes started shaking out of the nowhere . He got on his 2014 Mustang , and headed out to airport dr . He was feeling very hungry even though he was sick . I guess a nice breakfast wouldn 't hurt ; no cold or flu is going to stop my stomach . Once at Williamsburg Rd , he made a right to the Waffle House he was so accustomed too . He started coughing as he drove in . Then he started coughing as he parked . The coughing had been going on for a while , since this morning . He found this cold weird , he had no previous symptoms and he doesn 't remember having had contact with anyone that had it . He was a very clean person , always washed his hands and even usually held the door knob with a paper towel to cover his hands . He sneezed and coughed again . He turned the car off and looked at himself in the mirror while clearing his nose with a tissue , he looked like shit . " Damn if I could recall all the colds in my life , this is the fucking worst of them all . " He said in his car . He got out and closed the door , and then with his control remote key , he locked and set the alarm on . He opened the door to the Waffle House and went inside . " Morning Mikie , how are you doing today ? " One of the servers asked , a thin lady in her 50 's . In this restaurant , Michael was a usual customer who would usually joke around with the workers and brighten up their mornings . " As you can see , terrible . I 'm hoping some food will cheer me up . " He replied and started coughing again . Even talking was now too hard for him . He stood behind some of the stools , looking down at the menus . The letters seemed to move around . He started to misunderstand words and the images started to make no sense . " Well , sit down ; I will get you your drink , Pepsi right ? " The lady asked to confirm Michael 's usual drink . Michael still stood behind the cash register blocking the way for other people . He looked at the menu , filling dizzy , realizing this was a bad idea , he was losing his mind , he needed a doctor but wondered if he should say anything . " Yes " he said . Still standing , blocking the way for the other customers that were coming in , they were also wondering what was wrong with him , annoyed that this man was blocking their way . Michael finally managed to get some sense and moved to a table . He sat down and ordered his favorite meal ; an egg and sausage Texas melt with large hash browns . After ordering he took a napkin and cleared his nose again . This time he found blood on the napkin . He got up and walked towards the bathroom . A few minutes later , the server lady , Mrs . Ruth , put Michael 's meal on the table . Mikie she had always called him since he was a little kid . She had known Michael for most of his life . She met him on his birthday party when she was invited to a friend 's friend birthday party to talk about a job . Mrs . Ruth had high expectations of herself back then , planning on becoming a nurse for one of the top hospitals in the region . She became great friends with Michael 's mother , often going out with them to restaurants and shopping . After years she wasn 't able to fulfill her dreams , her husband died and her will started diminishing . She got a job at the current waffle house and had been working in it for the last 8 years , often taking Michael 's order and chatting with him about his job and how his mother was doing . Today would be different though . Michael took a good look at himself , stood there alone in the bathroom in front of the mirror , " What am I ? " he asked himself , in a distorted , barely understandable voice . He stood there looking at the strange figure in the mirror . He looked pale ; his eyes were sunk in his eye pockets , with dark circles under his eyes . His nose was running , his mouth was drooling , but he did not care about this anymore . Michael sneezed and coughed a few times in the bathroom . Then there was a sudden urge to go back to his table . He finally went out the door back to his table , hungrier than ever . He sat at his table and stared at his food . Ignoring forks and knives , he started eating like a starving man , with his hands . He ate fast and swallowed a bunch of food at a time , he would start to choke and cough the food out at times . People started to notice this and looked at him in disgust , some even left . Michael ignored this and ate and ate , suddenly he stopped . He realized this was repugnant food , it made him feel sick . This wasn 't the type of food he should be eating , the thought made his stomach turn upside down and he started vomiting over his food . He started making growling noises , like a dog does when its meal is disturbed . He looked up , his eyes were red , he made quick precise movements with his head , looking up , left , right , around the restaurant with his new vision . His vision was different , he saw everything in a red shade , and people for some reason looked very appetizing . This was the food he really wanted , the food that would satisfy his craving , especially that old lady that he once played toys with , held hands with , smiled with . Michael stood up and then jumped on the table , his head making quick movements , his nose and mouth running with blood , his eyes red , his veins popping . He made a loud shriek that scared some people out of the restaurant , other stood in awe . It was something you would only see in horror movies . He started running and jumped from the table over the counter aiming for Mrs . Ruth , who scared to her soon death put her hands in front of her for protection , but that wouldn 't be any help . Michael grabbed her below her arms and carried her forward about 10 feet before hitting her against the counter . Both fell to the ground and Michael fell on top of her , he started biting off her neck , her arms , and her breasts . This happened so fast that the other workers had little chance to react ; finally when one reacted he tried to help her . A tall male cook grabbed a big cutting knife and started running towards Michael , stabbing the knife in the back . Michael felt the sharp pain and started shrieking again , he looked back and smacked the cook with great force , the cook fell back and hit a stove . He moved his arms back trying to reach the knife stuck to his back , but it was in such a way he couldn 't reach it . People ran out of the place , the ambulance finally got to the scene and luckily also a few cops . Meanwhile inside Michael was still in pain , the cook was getting back up after that hit , and Mrs . Ruth was on the ground convulsing and bleeding to death . Michael noticed the cook and went right after him , the cook got up , stepped his foot forward and tripped Michael into the stove , he was knocked out . The cook got up , breathing fast trying to catch some breath . " You crazy son of a bitch , I 'm going to kill you now ! " He yelled . He grabbed another knife from the counter , held it up and started stabbing Michael who couldn 't do much the way he was being held . Mrs . Ruth stood behind the cook , twitching , bleeding , drooling , just as Michael did before . " Oh My God … " one of the scared customers said from behind . Mrs . Ruth led a loud shriek and jumped on the cook , holding onto his shoulders with her arms and started biting his neck ; this peaceful Waffle House had turned into a deadly nightmare . " What the hell 's going on here ? " A cop said as he opened the door and went in the Waffle House . Mrs . Ruth noticed him and let go off the cook , she let another loud cry and went for the cop this time . " Shoot her ! " someone told the cop . The cop reached for the gun , scared , shaking . This was taking him by surprise and Mrs . Ruth 's speed was a little too much for him . She jumped on him and started punching him in the face and biting it . A month or so ago I applied to a freelance site called http : / / www . elance . com I had been out of school for about half a year and out of work for even longer . After applying and failing to get any jobs for the past 6 months I couldn 't take it any longer and decided to look for " something " online . My girlfriend suggested http : / / www . snagajob . com , which seemed good at the time , until no one ever called me back . I filled out every single position I could : Manager , Assistant Manager , Cashier , Server , Dishwasher , Cook , Bathroom Cleaner and when I never got hired in one of these jobs , I realized that the lack of jobs in this country really is bad . So I looked online , and call it greedy but this blog is also one of the works in progress . Don 't get me wrong I love writing , but I also want to make a living out of it . My dad has always told me throughout my life " Whatever you do chino ( I 'll tell you the story of my nickname another time ) , do what you like . There 's nothing worse than a man going to work and do something he doesn 't love . If you do what you love , you 'll be successful " . It was until lately that I had really started to do what I like , because I wasn 't quite sure of what it was . It 's not unexcused though , I frankly had no time to write . Last Wednesday I started my work at the bank , and Monday I went back to work . When I first started this blog I was out of a job . I started strong , with so many words . The everyday practice of journals and stories were keeping me together in writing , and then I also got my first freelancer job . For those of you who don 't know how some of these freelancing websites work I 'll tell you . A client posts a job they need done . A contractor " bids " on the job and submits his proposal , completion time , and price . But wait , it 's not just one contractor … IT ' S MANY . Any freelancer will tell you the mean competition there 's for online jobs nowadays just like regular jobs . So I offer my services as a translator , I speak Spanish perfectly and can write it well . I thought it was the best chance . However it 's not a guaranteed job , English - Spanish - English translations are one of the most bids jobs on freelancing websites . There 's literally people , refreshing the page waiting for a translating job to be posted , after a while you know who are going to be your main competition . Signing on this site wasn 't easy though . Its not like I signed up and applied right away , no sir . There was a procedure to go through , I had to edit my profile , create sample work , confirm my telephone number , add where my funds would go , take a test understanding the terms of agreements in the jobs , i had to take a translating test ! And on top of that I didn 't have the job guaranteed , it really was a long process . So after a month of bidding for jobs I finally got one , my first online job as a freelance translator . $ 80 . 00 for a simple job that would take a day or so . It 's not so bad , to do it from the comfort of your home , taking breaks when you want , working on Microsoft Word . It 's as close to writing to get paid as it gets . The problem was , The job was due on Thursday , and I only had Monday - Tuesday - Wednesday to do it . Any other day this would 've been fine , but I had just got my job . So I had to work from 7 - 4p . m . get home at 5p . m . then work for about 4 hours on my translating job . I ended sleeping at 12 a . m . and getting up at 6a . m . to get ready for the bank again . This was really affecting my health . Lack of sleep , headaches , the turnaround was a little too brisk for me . I went from not working for months to working nonstop for days … No good . AND on top of that I got a cold on Tuesday morning . I felt like lightheaded , cold , with a runny nose which wouldn 't stop running . And I still had to get home and work , there was no break . During this time many things happened , ideas for stories came , from real life too . Things like a drunk man on drugs yelling outside in the neighborhood at 12 . a . m . saying how he was going to kill himself and reciting the Declaration of independence word for word . The cold also gave me awesome new ideas for my Zombie story , which I 'm editing , which is a mess at the moment but I 'll get around to it . I also got to hear how surgeons talk , what a hospital cafeteria is like , I imagined the hospital empty and I sitting by myself and I got another idea … However back to the freelancing job . Thursday morning came , when my client sent their review and loved my job and I got my $ 80 . 00 , oh man did that feel good . I felt like doing it all over again . I guess the lesson is after trying hard enough things will come to you . And sometimes they will come out altogether at you , and this tests you if you can take the pressure or if you 're going to break out and fail . But you don 't want to fail , you want to succeed and you do everything in your hands , give away your sanity , your sleep , your time in order to do so … Sometimes it 's the only way . Anyways I wrote this because I feel to let out of somethings , to let my writing flow because I need my practice back , to be able to move on with my stories and quests and jobs . I shall get back to this blog good this weekend , of course unless I get another job , which I hope I will , because I 'm really into the whole freelancing too . So many things it 's very exciting , the only thing that 's not so much is this cold , I can 't wait for that one to go away . Grasshoppers have six legs , the front four are used for slow regular walking , like we do . The two in the very back are called hind legs , much bigger than the other four , they are used for those big jumps you often see grasshoppers do . When Nicole found Jene , she was missing her right hind leg , and her left was broken . She was helpless and would probably not survive the next 24 hours as she was . She was mainly subject to being prey for other animals , secondly she would probably be stepped on and the person would not even notice , just like she probably was before she lost her hind legs . It was a regular school day in the spring . Nicole was in her 3rd grade and was outside in the playground for her recess . The kids were playing hide and seek . Nicole was very good at hiding , behind a tree she would hide and looked to see if she was being looked for . She turned around and giggled , the kid kept looking for her but could not figure out where she was . She looked around and stared at the grass for a minute and saw a strange insect . A young grasshopper , its wings still not grown , was missing a hind leg , and the other was broken . " Awww " she expressed sadly feeling pity for the poor insect . She grabbed it and held it in her palm , the grasshopper barely moved around , probably wondering where he had suddenly gone to . " Poor thing , I can 't leave you here or you will probably die , I 'll take care of you " she said as she carefully put it in her pocket . Nicole came out from behind the tree and the kid said " I found you ! " For the next three hours the grasshopper was in the pocket . In this dark place it could only see darkness , moved a bit but wouldn 't get far . It would often feel something slowly coming into the darkness , carefully to feel if it was still there . It was during these moments , which were very regular that it would manage to see some light . It was finally until the final third hour that Nicole finally grabbed it and took it out . In the school bus , Nicole examined it a little longer . Its eyes seem sad , probably because of its misfortune she thought . " Don 't worry , I will help you . " She told it . The kids behind her seat looked over and started whispering . " Look ! Nic has a grasshopper ! " one yelled . " Oh can I see it ? " another said , " Let me see what it feels like " another one exclaimed and just like that , the whole school bus full of kids were all intrigued by the grasshopper . " What 's its name ? " One of the kids asked . When Nicole finally got to her house , she opened the door , which was usually left open for her and went straight to her room . She took out the Jene out of her pocket and put it on her bed . Nicole laid on the bed and watched Jene barely move . Nicole offered her finger as to play with her and Jene tried to climb the finger with its working legs , this made Nicole smile . " You know we can 't have pets in the apartment ? But what is it ? I don 't see it " her mom said . Nicole grabbed Jene and put her in her hands , then she closed her hands as if praying but left space for Jene . She then walked toward her mother and opened her hands to reveal Jene . " She 's Jene , she can 't jump ! " she exclaimed . " Okay , but keep it inside something , or you might lose it . " her mom told her . They found one of those long cans of chips , about the size of a ruler and Nicole would then put Jene in there and take her with her every time she went out . Jene would survive more than the 24 hours she would have lived at most . She survived days , and weeks , and maybe years . Nicole always took Jene to school with her , she didn 't want to leave it alone because her little brother might find it and let it out , to forever be lost . She kept the can in her backpack and took it with her at all times , she was very protective of Jene . Jene didn 't mind at all , it often was exploring the can it was in and was not always caged . Sometimes the can would be open for whatever reason and explored outside of the can . Often it would find a place similar to her home , with plenty of food that she would feed on . Often Jene met strange figures that looked like Nicole but much smaller , they moved though . Jene tried to touch them a couple of times but they felt a little weird so she would let go , a lot of the times the figures simply disappeared . Then she would be put back in the place where she usually was and be moved around pretty fast as if flying . Someday she would fly too Jene knew , she could feel it would be soon . Jene looked outside the can , at the concrete , the trees , the grass . Her can had been upgraded from a normal one , to a transparent one , so now she could see things through the plastic . It was because of this that one of the kids saw Jene in Nicole 's open backpack . " Look Mr . Susaki ! Nicole 's got a bug in her backpack ! " the kid yelled it out in the classroom . Mr . Susaki was her substitute teacher for this day , and he was interested in this as so were all the other kids . Nicole having no choice showed Jene to Mr . Susaki . Jene , who 's wings were almost fully grown was starting to learn how to fly around the can . It was her new hobby . Jene was excited about this , finally she could travel much faster than what she usually could . Back when Nicole found her she almost had given complete hope , but now , she knew that she could finally travel farther to places she couldn 't reach before . " I only got one word to say about this … " Mr . Susaki said , " Awesome " he said . He stopped inspecting Jene and gave her back to Nicole . Nicole then took it to her backpack again and put it in there . She stuck her tongue out at the kid celebrating her victory . The last day Nicole saw Jene was three weeks after she had found her . It was a morning before class . Nicole had woken up late and was in a rush to get her things so she could catch the bus . In the rush of things the bus came so she left with what she could , and later on the bus , she realized she had left Jene . All day , Nicole had been worried about Jene , she knew her little 5yr old brother Jack would go into her room and try to play with her . He always would go in her room and ask Nicole if she could , a few times she had but other times she told him no . " But it was closed , maybe its lost , she doesn 't have her legs , I promised I would take care of her . " Nicole cried , the loss of her first real pet was very upsetting for her . That night , Nicole was awake for a while , hoping that suddenly Jene would come back to her , the night was quiet , the moon was full . But nothing , no Jene , all there was , was a far away noise , a sound , a song maybe and with this she finally went to sleep . A few weeks later she got over Jene , she made up with the idea that she went back home with her parents maybe , or other grasshoppers . Jene stood on the tree branch at its usual time , around 9 : 00 p . m . She would fold her wing and lift her broken leg up and rubbed it against her wings as if playing the violin , this produced a grasshopper song , she would always play it for Nicole to help her go to sleep . Sometimes she would play something different , sometimes she would sing with her wings . She would rub both wings together and produce a beautiful sleep song that would play in Nicole 's dreams , a thank you song for Nicole . ( To be Edited ) When I turned in one of my first papers in my English Class . Mr . Landon looked at it , then made into a little paper ball and threw it in the trash basket . Then he said " Write it again , this time go straight to the point . " so I did , and the story suddenly was more readable after skipping boring introductions and pointless descriptions . " See how better that looks ? " he said . I guess this is my theme when I write nowadays . In whatever I write , I try to go straight to the point , avoiding details and descriptions of the characters . It 's not just about going to the point , but if you can describe and give details as the story moves along it kind of flows more nicely . I hate when I 'm reading a book and in the beginning I 'm being thrown different , irrelevant things such as the shape of some building , the color skin of some people , the background or fictional background of someone much irrelevant to the plot . It seems that many writers do this to fill up space and add words to their count . I remember I won a book in an English Contest for top 3 writings of the college . The book choice was minimal , about five books , with authors I didn 't know . I don 't blame them though I know few authors , I 'm more of a writer than a reader . It 's hard to draw some people in the story , specially if you 're not very popular like Stephen King or James Patterson . I read the book , I tried my best , but after the 30th page I thought . I think I 'm done with this story , whatever it is about . I closed the book and never read it again . It 's still gathering dust in one of my shelves , it had a nice cover that 's how I picked it . Make sure your book has an interesting cover and people might pick it . Jeff Landon was my English II teacher , and he was good at what he did , and probably still does . The man would give you English puzzles , writing scenarios to work with , random stuff . He threw three words at you and said " Write me a story about these three things . " Some stories came around good , some not , others were funny , I liked the funny ones . But to me funny stories are just two or three pages long . The man had a good sense of humor , he was funny and could come up with some funny stuff , something I 'm not so great at . Landon published a few stories and poems . He wasn 't no one , he had some skill , he was good . There was this guy in this class , funny dude . He would always call him " Mr . Dr . Professor Landon " Sort of as to make him seem like some godly teacher . He asked Landon if he ever wrote a novel . Landon said he had tried , many times , but at could not get past a point . I remember this well and hope that this curse doesn 't stay with me , since after some point I want to move on . I got three stories I 'm working on now , and I think that should be plenty to keep the creativeness going . Now I just need to fill in the gaps and whichever I 'm in the mood in I could work on . I like variety because when I stick to continuing only one , i sometimes get bored and can 't come up with anything goo . Movies are always good . Watching movies often will improve your writing skills . You watch a scene and you think " Hey , I could make more of that . " or " I would 've done this instead " It might not seem relevant at that moment but it will be in the future , in the near future I hope . I often write about my day if I have nothing else to write about . But who wants to read that right ? I 'll write about anything that I can get a hold of . Oh yeah , so why is Limitless a writers movie ? Well I 've been reading through some posts , and I often catch some writers get that infamous writer 's block . When your mind goes blank and nothing comes up , and whatever comes up seems so stupid you just want to quit altogether and eat something , play a game , or do whatever other things you do to pass the time . Limitless is a story about such a writer who seems like he 's going nowhere . . until he finds a little wonderful pill that we all wish we had , and would all probably try it regarding the side effects . My favorite part of the movie ( and I 'll try not to spoil it too much ) is when he starts writing , when everything is clear , when the words are flowing through the screen . If you 're really passionate about writing and have written stories , you can tell which moment that is . That 's the moment that you just type , and type , and don 't stop . You don 't want to stop or get interrupted , you 'll miss phone calls , not open the door , not want to eat . Because that moment may not come back soon . All the words come together into nice structured sentences and all the commas and periods fall in the right place . A writer 's dream is to be able to write this way , everyday . If you can do this , you can get far at it , you 'll have hundreds of thousands of words in a few weeks and out of so much words , something good must have come out of it . Unfortunately for most of us , half of the time its not like that . I for example can write a lot sometimes , but more often than not I make grammatical mistakes . Then I have to go back and edit once I 'm done and that holds me back for a while from writing the next great chapter , or starting the next great story . What the movie teaches us , is to use up every minute of our time doing something productive , anything . Go out , learn things , write , apply for a job , talk to people . All of these things will help you . If you find yourself searching on google … What to do when you 're bored . It 's time to change that . And by the way , when you 're bored you can search things starting with what , how , why , when or who and see what the top most searched things are , you 'll have a blast with what you find . Not that I do that , but I 'm just saying . Anyways , I wrote just a little today , There 's always something else to do , chores to attend . I wrote Chapter 2 of Syphon Soul , I think it 's an interesting name for a story , I bet no one 's used that one . I edited that and Chapter 1 , though I 'm sure there 's still some mistakes . I finished Chapter 1 of The Bond , but I got lazy and didn 't edit that , maybe Mr . Landon could help me out , best English teacher there is , take it from me . I 'll write about him next time maybe unless something else comes up , he 's the man that inspired me to take writing more serious .