A divorced man stumbles into a parallel world that’s a mash-up of TV dramas.
He doesn’t know how he got here, or whether he can ever go back. All he knows is that he has a house to live in for free, money to spend for free, and an entire neighborhood full of women waiting for him to meet them.
If you don't know how to write a novel, don't write it. It's like being schizophrenic if you're alone. You talk to yourself, and then you have to add all kinds of movies and TV shows. You don't have that technology, you know.
Even if you eat grass, it has been eaten by others.
It's just right for me, keep writing it [sending my heart]
If you don't know how to write a novel, don't write it. It's like being schizophrenic if you're alone. You talk to yourself, and then you have to add all kinds of movies and TV shows. You don't have that technology, you know.
Even if you eat grass, it has been eaten by others.
It's just right for me, keep writing it [sending my heart]