I wrote a book in a week

Wow, I think I wrote this back in 2018 at the beginning of the year. I wrote a book that I’m not going to name yet. But it’s an urban fiction book with a message to it. With anything I write even as a kid, I always have a message to it.

This book was originally a story that I wrote for an anthology that I made in 2016. So it just came full circle when I decided to extend it. The Story was originally 3 pages and I extended to 150 pages I believe.

Going into writing this I had researched how long does it take to write a book? The answers I kept seeing was 1 to 3 months and I had just put in my head that this was going to take too long. But it didn’t for me.

Eventually, I set my mind to write at least 10 pages each week. But once I got started and I connected with the storyline. 10 pages a week turned into 10 pages a day. I sat down and I would plan out each chapter before the next day. After I write a chapter I would read back through and plan the next one. I tried not to go into a chapter blindly.

Throughout the process, I added in stuff that I didn’t write down but I made sure to write it later. By Thursday I had about a hundred pages and counting. I was so eager to write in this book I felt like a kid wanting candy. When Friday came I woke up at maybe 4 am and finish the book.

Once you have every chapter completely thought out it makes it easier to write. If I didn’t have it thought out and that 3-page story then it probably would have taken a lot longer.

As for the plot of my book, I haven’t released it. Maybe one day. If you want it, I’ll release it. So leave comments below, like this blog and subscribe to my mailing list. Follow me on all social media platforms. View my previous posts until next time.

Story Time: Cougar

This is a Story Time about the time an old lady started flirting with me. So this took place maybe early last year. Around this time last year, I had the flu. I went to the doctor’s office and they had to do a throat culture. It was taking very long to do so. Call it being a baby. A sucker whatever floats your boat. Because I was struggling. I don’t like things been stuck down my throat. I don’t like I eye drops nor nose drops. Sorry, it’s just how I am.

Anyways in the midst of the struggle and waiting in there until the doctors figured something out. There was this older woman walking towards me. I’m usually shy and don’t talk much. But today I decided to say hello. Big mistake.

She came and sat directly next to me. She just kept flirting with me. Asking me about my life and stuff. Touching my leg and rubbing. I was annoyed to the fullest. She did all of this while her husband was sitting right there. She said he was senile or something. That’s even more messed up.

The worst part was her telling me about how her husband fell outside and she scooped him up with one arm. Then she flexed her arm talking about you see that muscle, Kenneth.

“Touch it, Touch it.”

I feel weird to say I touched it. After an hour of her talking to me, I finally let the doctors just jammed the thing in my throat. I felt like a thot the way it hit the back of my throat. Turns out I had the flu I was sick. I wasn’t even surprised I was just ready to go. I got my medicine and left.

Of course, my friends were on some scamming stuff when I told them. A whole lot of you suppose to get with her to get the check. No that’s disgusting. I was 20 and she was like 70 years old. That’s disgusting and weird. If you like senior citizens then that’s on you. But that wraps it up for this Story Time. If you want to see more by me then follow this blog. Follow me on all social media platforms. Also, Happy Valentines Day!

Story Time: First Time At The Bar

 My first time at the bar was about 2 weeks ago. If you follow me on Instagram you would have seen my drunk stories. I went one day with my pops. It was a night to remember. I have been drinking alcohol legally for a couple of months, but haven’t sat at a bar yet.
 I believe I started off with a Top Shelf Long Island Ice tea. Does not taste like tea by the way. It had an okay taste. Most alcohol tastes nasty. Unless you drink a margarita which barely has liquor in it. Anyways it was a cool day, not too many people in the restaurant we were at.
 My pops, of course, made a friend and started talking the whole time. While I was bored I drunk the tea down like it was a McDonald’s tea. Then I started joking about how it was nothing and how I was the man. Bad idea.
 So my pops took it upon himself to buy me a drink called Darth Vader. It had Vodka, Rum, Gin, Triple Sec, Tequila, and sweet sour mix. Now as a rookie I don’t know what half of those are. If I had to describe the flavor it was very sweet. It tasted like grape soda.
 So while I was still feeling cocky I drunk that drink down like it was soda. I drunk it down and kept talking trash like it was a contest for who can drink the fastest. So at some point, I had to use the restroom and it wasn’t till then that I knew I was drunk.
 When I got up it felt like the ground was moving. I was stumbling all over the place and to the people at the bar it was pure comedy. I remember coaching myself to the bathroom like “it’s all in your head K, you got this just walk normally”. I tried my best but I was still staggered.
 Upon my return someone at the bar said I’ll get you two another drink. I should have ordered a soda. I decided to order another Darth Vader. I honestly deserved what came next. I was drunk around my momma. I kept giving people handshakes. I was just stumbling and walking funny around the house. Just not being normal. I was acting very goofy.
 At some point in time, I passed out in my room on the bed. When I woke up I was laying in the opposite direction of how I usually sleep. My pants were still around my ankles and my feet were on the nightstand. After that, I spent an hour looking for my wallet which was in the kitchen for some odd reason.
 The downside to this day was I threw up 3 times that night. I was praying to the toilet that it would stop. I learned a couple of things. Don’t mix your drinks. Don’t drink 3 drinks without eating. Stop talking trash while drinking, it’s not a contest. Other than that it was cool. Drinking at a bar is best for people who are social butterflies. Me not so much. As you see I just kept drinking for fun to past the time. But if you enjoyed that, like, comment and share. Follow this blog from yours truly. Follow me on all social media platforms.