I just realized, relative to society's standards, I am severely socially inadequate. Oh well.
I have an amazing idea for a book called The Seal that would easily get me out of my writing depression (Or that last stage in your writer's block when you hate anything and everything about your writing). Sadly, I would be unable to post it on ChickenSmoothie due to the fact that I would be using myself as the main character, but I would be able to post on FictionPress and DeviantArt.
Anyway, The Seal revolves around myself inheriting King Solomon's Ring from an unknown ancestor, which causes a lot of problems. Demons, personifications, deities, and all those alike want to get their hands on the ring to either stop or continue the apocalypse's destruction whenever it happens, which causes a whole lot of problems for the protagonists of the story. There are, of course, those beings that want to help protect the ring, although the main protagonist has severe problems trusting others.
... I feel like I am babbling to thin air right now, but I just feel the need to get my thoughts off of my chest. Maybe I should start talking to myself to get my thoughts off of my chest? Also, is anyone interested just in what I managed to give you? If so, I could easily link back here if I end up starting it.
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I'm about to head out to do some shopping with forty dollars on hand. I've gotta learn to resist looking at the book sections...