That's how long it took.

Eighteen months.

It started off as an inkling of an idea inside of my head, and over that eighteen months it developed into a detailed story in my memory.

Over that eighteen months, I planned every single thing in that story; the irony, the humour, the love, the hate, the settings, the sub-plot, the character design and trivial details.

It was to entertain myself at times when I was bored, and at other times I just felt dedicated to that story to do so.

I am proud of it.

I love the imaginary world of Anzukia.

It took effort, love and time.

I had always been wanting to write this story of mine down in black-and-white.

I have the information and thoughts in my head that I had accumulated over eighteen months.

I just don't have the skills to pen them down, and plus, schoolwork was a big piriority of my life, so that writing had to wait.

One night I said to myself that I just had to do it, I just had to type it out. I'm not getting any younger, you know. And I've always wanted to be a young author. The story had motivated me too much over that eighteen months.

So, one fateful night, after eighteen months of homework, CCAs, procrastinating and a whole lotta more crap, I finally sat down, opened Microsoft Word and started to type that detailed story, the one I love so very much.

And guess how much I've done?

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F**k.