VIII.I An Evening Stroll

Time moves forward...

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How's your chapters coming along?~

Abysmal. She knew okay?! No need to remind her.

Then why don't you remedy your dilemma, then?~

"....Writing's hard..."

Athena almost felt her eyes water as a blank word document laid unfilled in front of her eyes; her mind drawing up a startling blank even as she tried to wrack it for ideas.

"Why did I plot it out like this?!" The struggling novelist cursed as she opened up her previous chapters, a single vein throbbing in her head as she read over her previous work. "What was I thinking?!" She wrote herself into a literary dead end.

Well you did write it out during an alcohol-induced episode~

A whole week. A whole week's worth of progress made in the span of an afternoon, hangover induced writing spree. She didn't really put her mind into it, admittedly letting her instincts guide the plot of her work forward.

And now you don't know how to follow up your own writing~

She got it! Okay?! She knew writing off the seat of