Boring writer

This is semi-fiction since I am writing and I have written countless characters already, but I have no interest in writing about my life much 😅

Okay, this came out pretty boring while I was proofreading it. 

This is the effect of my head being in my sketchpad and with the lack of caffeine for… almost 2 weeks! Caffeine fuels my imagination OnO 

[WP] "If I were to write a book about my life, would anyone read it? If I were the reader, I'd pretty much say no..." As a famous writer, you've written countless lives, and read numerous of them, yet the one life you don't ever want to read is your own.

At 60 years old, life had very little excitement to offer me. I glanced at the bookshelf lined with some of my best sellers and ones that have made my name worth remembering. These works of fiction… How could such creations come from me? I asked myself countless times, and I’ve been asked the same question with every interview

“How did you create such masterpieces?” 

The answer, I have no idea. Perhaps handpicking words, perhaps meticulously thinking that I’m the character? It helps to think in such a way. 

“If you were to write a book about your life, do you think anyone would read it?” I laughed internally at that during my last interview. It was a humorous question and I bluntly answered no. My life lacked the excitement most authors experienced. I did not struggle with my writing, nor did I come from rags to riches background. No severe childhood trauma nor any vices and addictions that became evident in adulthood. Nothing except the caffeine dependence that I seemed to have acquired through the years. But who was ever safe from it? There was no romance or heartbreaks either. No love life, no company left. I was just a lonely old man who had nothing left. I was simply writing about all the chaos and wars wreaking havoc in my head as the years progressed. Although, I do think I made good use of the loneliness I’ve felt ever so often.

I was simply writing for my own amusement and it amused me that other people shared the amusement I had in my works. Recognition from the people turned to admiration and before I knew it, my small blog turned into full-blown novels that spread like wildfire. 

There was no publishing company rejecting me in any way. I simply wrote and wrote and poured my world onto paper until some publishers discovered my blogs. It was a fascinating experience, yes, and perhaps the highlight of my life and career yet it was just that. After a few years in the limelight… I did consider writing my autobiography. I still attempt to do so every now and then. And now, as I take a look at everything I’ve written, and it would probably never see the light of day. Judging my own life from a reader’s perspective. I would definitely just stick to my novels. Still, I safely tuck everything I’ve written so far back into the drawer of my working desk. Maybe one day, when I’m long gone, some people will find something in the way I’ve lived my life. 

Not my best piece… But I am in pain from the booster shot I had this afternoon ;;n;;

Also, I was drafting some science articles since I’m trying to include my industry knowledge into my articles again XD It feels like such a waste to not put this knowledge to good use even if it scares people. I call it awareness and appreciation of the micro level and not scaring people UwU

And another also! My life isn’t so boring UmU I’ve caused a few explosions in the lab to make my laboratory life exciting enough.