Tuesday, June 25, 2013

People read my blog ...

Like real people ... not the kind of "real" people I imagine about and have conversations with now and then.

Can you believe that Kenneth actually introduced The Sudden Blog to Karyn ... who's never been featured on this blog until now (I think).

Anyway, there they (as in Karyn and Angelin) were standing near Kenneth's place and reading my blog ... I almost cried but I didn't. They were talking about how I should turn this blog into a book and I was like ...

Hello ... someone had already offered to do that ages ago!

(ps: I declined the offer because I don't think I'm ready to become the next J.K Rowling and besides, I don't think I should do anything strenuous - like typing - since my shoulder hurts like hell.)

The reason why they were even talking about me becoming a published author is because I was telling them about my plan to write a story about a young witch called Parry Hotter ... and Karyn burst out laughing saying that it sounded like a promo for Nandos. Like seriously?

And then I told her about my other ideas (for TV) ...

The Running Alive (as inspired by The Walking Dead)
Synopsis: A doctor wakes up from a coma in a sheriff's office only to face the fact that he's a zombie in a normal world full of normal humans. How does he survive?

Found (as inspired by Lost)
Synopsis: A ship full of passengers gets wrecked and the people on board find themselves waking up on top of a mountain after the incident. How will they get back to the island where they belong?



Oh ... He Who Must Not Be Named Is Here and said "See, Kenneth is already making other friends and he doesn't need us anymore."

You cannot say anything. I need to focus on what I'm blogging about right now. Otherwise, I have to type out what you're saying.

"Do you mind if I say on Facebook, half the time I do not know what you're doing..." said He Who Must Not Be Named.

Then he proceeded to say some other things and I just went What?

Good, I made you lose your concentration, he said before leaving.