*Day 0 - Hesitant Introduction* I’m excited. I made this world. This world has been with me through thick and thin. An escape from the reality where dread, misery and hate are programmed on the news to arouse focus and attention to their channels, just for a quick buck. Morality set aside to pleasure the audience’s subconscious, wanting drama and conflict. I’m sick of it. I hope you’re reading this while on a bus, commuting to work, getting ready to face the customers or bosses. I wanna rest your mind a bit, before all the hassle of day to day life hits. I know how it feels, I’m living through it. I’m typing this on my phone still deciding if I’m ready to share my personal space to the world. But this world gives me peace and a daily lift, readying me for the day and calming me for the night. I hope to the few people that hear this, try what I did. Make a place where everything is as you want it to be, a place where stress and depression, will be scraped on the door mat before you even touch the door knob. My world doesn’t have a name, it just… has a place. It exist in my mind and I enter in whenever I need to. Now that I’m writing it down it made me realise that it’s nameless. Maybe you can help me name it? That’s not important, let me describe my world a bit. I love forest and trees, the sway of the branches as a decently strong gust pass through makes the best sounds. Sitting in a root cavity, ground softened by the dry leaves that fell in the past, this is where I always start. I love this place. In my mind I always have this notebook, but this is my special partner. I don’t need to have a pen to write anything on it. All I need to do is stare at one of its infinite blank pages and speak my mind, it just appears as if I’m writing it. I know the title says the word “writing” but I actually don’t know what it is. How do you describe the action of unloading information to writing with only your mind? Telekinetic typing? Ghost writing? Wait. Yep. My brain is my ghost writer. Oh yeah, my notebook. This notebook is indestructible, nothing in this world can damage it, not even water can wet it and make the pages get stuck, and when you dry it with a hair dryer it’s still all wrinkly and annoying to close. Yeah. I document everything in here, my thoughts, my adventures. It weighs nothing in my pocket and it’s always there when I need it. And it’s always there when I need it, taking notes, detailing everything I want it to. My world is full of characters developed through all the bus rides taken from the years that passed. People camping in the woods, enjoying the sound of peace. Dwellers living in the woodland city where it’s more busy and productive. But there’s one key difference. All of them are archers. I love the art of archery, the focus needed to get what you want out of the tools you have. It’s all between you and your arrows. All the day to day life necessity has an arrow associated to it. Need to harvest your crops? We have an arrow for that! It’s a blade arrow shot by a boomerang archer where all of their arrows come back to them. Need to clean your pool? We have an arrow for that! A sponge arrow shot by a mirror archer whose special skill is to bounce three arrows to any surfaces. It’s a fun world, every problem has a solution, all you need to do is to look at it and solve. What else can I tell you? I love chess? Since I was young I’ve played chess and won several tournaments. It really shaped my mind to find solutions to problems shoved towards me. I don’t know what else to say, maybe you’ll get to know me more as you read, or maybe listen. I’m planning to put this on a natural reader so I can listen to my logs. One of the reason I want to do this, I want to document my world, and listen to it when I become forgetful, or even share it to my kids when they can understand, maybe my grandkids. And if that’s the case. Hello little brats! Grandpa loves you. I’m surprised you’re listening to this, looking at the trend of kids in 2021 all they need to survive boredom is to listen and watch online personalities burn couches and trespass. Anyways, come hug grandpa if I’m still huggable. And to my future kids. Good job with your kids, I hope I raised you well so you can raise them well. You better know how to play chess, and you better have beaten me at least once. And what ever you chose to do, I’m proud of you. I love you. Well, that went on a weird tangent. Anyways. I hope to see you in day one! Have a good day! 14 4 21 Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/an-amateur-writer-writing-in-his-diary-about-his-adventures-in-a/exclusive-content
