Written for the prompt of @chiaroscuro : http://www.vingle.net/posts/673734?shsrc=va
I don't know what can I do more. I changed my style, my subjects, my way of thinking. Even I changed my keyboard and typewriter. But this is 17th time that my stories are rejected. Maybe I should listen my dad and continue writing child books. But still don't understand why all the children start crying after reading my books.
I know I have talent, but just couldn't find the right thing to write about.
I tried poetry, and my girlfriend left me.
I tried cooking recipes, and my restaurant under my apartment stopped selling foods to me.
I tried science fiction, and owner of my comics book store is not talking to me anymore.
There is only one thing left that I haven't tried.
I will write about how we shouldn't write.
If this doesn't work, I will write about my own death.