Preface
Well for a writer with an endless supply of subject matter! I know that smelly farts are an old problem of mine, and choosing a subject matter turned out to be a worry, because once a new creative battle begins, it means spending the next few months adjusting the focus time difference between stories.
Now it's time again for me to think hard about which story to write.
Which subject matter is it's turn? Martial arts? Fantasy? All cities? Love? Fantasy? Every story is hammering away in the brain's inspiration storehouse, roaring to let it out.
"If only it were that easy," I muttered.
Stories are my wings, never my prison.
Just wait for the right wind and I can start flying.
I couldn't help but start thinking wildly. A lot has happened in the past six months. My mother's illness especially affected the lives of all family members. I opened the door of memory beside the hospital bed and recorded in detail about my mother and my childhood...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
