(I'm writing this on my phone at 4 AM so grammar might suck)

So what happened?

Lots.

At first, I came up with the idea of ‘Human Lord’.

It would have been a regular dungeon core story with a twist that the dungeon master would only be able to summon humans, but I gave up on it five and a half chapters through. I didn't just give up on it, but gave up on writing as a whole.

I tried writing something which was not to my taste but others would adore. Thus, I ended up losing all my motivation.

I’ve started wasting my summer next, going to the gym, playing games, and reading horror books. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a regular summer of a regular university student.

I just didn't think that I could write something mainstream and at the same time the thing that I enjoy with the radical mind of mine. I'm too much into dark stuff, you see.

Well, until one day.

I was in discord with a friend of mine, talking about random stuff while playing Lobotomy Corporation.

After explaining to him what the game was about, he asked, “What's lobotomy?”

I wasn't sure either so I said it's some sort of operation they perform on your head to cure some disease.

Then it got me curious so I googled the exact definition.

Afterwards, we talked about my writing.

While writing Keeper of The End, I had an over reliance on A.I. I've told him how my lazy use of A.I whenever I've been struck with a writer's block had ruined the novel.

A.I might be a great asset if you use it well. But it makes you lazy. I told him that if I were to ever start again I would never use A.I and such. Even if it's merely to check my grammar.

He then asked me whether the people really avoided my novel just because of A.I? That got me thinking.

The pace is bad, the sentences are convoluted, the power system is nowhere near being explained even 25 chapters in, the story is inconsistent, the text is unnecessarily lengthy, and etc etc. We've spent hours on and on roasting myself while each doing their own thing.

So, after leaving the call, it got me thinking.

Did my novel fail because the genre was niche? No. It's just an excuse for bad writing.

Did my novel fail because I had a bad idea? No. The idea itself was ingenious but the execution was the exact opposite.

So, why while having such a great idea you go and stick to the mainstream tropes? How terrible of an excuse, really.

Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there.

The reality was obvious and apparent—

I'm just lazy.

I was thinking about Keeper of The End while playing Lobotomy Corporation.

Lobotomy… Corporation… Keeper of The End.

Suddenly, I stood up, my eyes widening. I then lied on a bed and stared at the ceiling for half an hour straight.

I then started laughing to myself, idiotically.

I had come up with the best idea for a litrpg novel.

Not just a litrpg, but the evolution of the whole genre. I knew that if I could put it into words properly, it would shake the whole community.

I always had a great imagination. The same couldn't be said about writing, though.

I was filled with insecurities. Do I really do it? I was just about to sign up for an internship too, you know?

I brainstormed, and my mind surged with infinitely many ideas, this time with passion.

Then I was like, ‘alright fuck it.’

I planned it out.

I just wrote a few chapters and posted them on royalroad. Apparently some really liked it?

So, well. I'm probably among the few authors who have two different fictions on rising stars now. It's not a great thing, though, but a catastrophe.

I like what I'm writing.

I think this one might just be it.

I've incorporated everything Keeper of The End has into that novel. If I manage to finish it, Keeper of The End will become a sequel for it.

My idea is the craziest and the best thing ever. Yet, it will all depend on my perseverance and the skill as a writer.

You know, I've always considered myself a bug.

Three things.

A bug is so small and insignificant, just like me.

A bug keeps standing no matter how many times you stomp it, just like me.

Also, there's another definition for a bug, a computer error.

I’ve always been a freak. A bug. I'm the type of person who'd laugh when all the others cry and cry when all else laughs.

And I have controversial opinions just about everything so I try to keep my mouth shut irl and pretend to be someone I'm not.

That's why I love writing.

I can indirectly express all my feelings and brainwash pe—

Find others who're of the same opinion as me.

Now, I'm writing fully unrestrained. Whatever happens, happens. I will unleash my insanity into the novel.

And the best thing?

Some people will really love and some hate it to their core.

Because, guess what, I'm going full-throttle, unchained, unbound—unrestrained. I'll pour my Mind Demon into words.

I'm enjoying and having a blast out of it. Money? Acceptance? Reputation? Time?

They can all go fuck themselves! I'll write whatever the fuck I want and enjoy the summer!

The worst? I'll have to study extra… extra-extra… Like really extra when the academic year descends upon poor me.

But who cares? That's the problem of the future me, not me!

Let’s waste all the saved-up money on fucking ads. What a genius I am.

Anyway, that's roughly what happened.

I wish you all to have a great summer!

If you have anything in your mind you wanna go for, just go for it!

The worst that happens is that nothing happens.