Distraction

Inside the infinite rows of bookshelves, the 'writer' searches for a few specific books.

"What are you doing?" The 'narrator' querries.

"Researching. Browsing for facts or related information to improve an idea." The 'writer' responds as she gather more books. "Also searching for informations about the nature of some things so I could know whether my idea is valid or not. I still don't understand about body, soul, and spirit. It feels like a neat idea when I think about it in the horror or supernatural perspective. But I'm afraid I may understand it wrong in the religious perspective even though I don't really believe in a god yet."

"I see. You sure have a lot of books here. I notice that some of them are rather off-topic, aren't they?" He says picking up a book that is far from the subject that she is searching for.

"I got a bit side-tracked." She responds rubbing the back of her head comically.

"What about this one? That is entirely unrelated to any of your matter."

"Oh. It's just that I saw it and felt nostalgic so I planned to read it later."

"What about the one you are reading?"

"I remembered a fun scene in this manga and wanted to see it right away."

"Did you see it?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you still reading."

"Eh... Well, since I started reading, I wanted to see what happens next."

"You're not only side-tracking, but you're also getting distracted."

"But I would feel so uncomfortable unsatisfied if I didn't do it!"

"If my memory doesn't fail me, wasn't there a story you had decided to pick up again? That you have decided to write it fully this time." The 'narrator' asked.

"Yes, but I lost motivation again."

"You hadn't even touched it."

"I know. And then I tried to make a game but like always, I can't even start because I have no knowledge about game-making at all. And because that game's story/lore/characters is connected to the other game/story that I have written, I felt like writing that book again. But then I didn't continue again because I got distracted by games.

So, once again. I am distracted by games. It's either my desires or lack of motivation that distract me. Or even when I'm trying to seriously progress my stories. I wish I could just progess them smoothly. I mean, except for having ideas, what else am I good at? I want the story to be done, so I have no choice to Do It Myself. I doubt my ideas are even that good.

I'm worried more and more that maybe I don't like to write stories that much. Maybe I'm better writing short ideas and prompts, whatever prompts means!" The 'writer' says in a overdramatically panicked tone.

"Not every writer starts off knowing how to write the way they wish their writing to be. Whether you finish our story or not will not change your world. You would still be the anybody you've always been." The 'narrator' replies.

"Harsh. But I don't care what I become! I just want my story to be done! Under my name of course. But like, I just want to have people enjoy it as much as I do."

"But would you still enjoy it if it's badly written? You're making researches for a reason. And that is to make your stories make more sense, or inspire ideas out of it. Take your time. You may or may not get distracted a lot, but distractions don't last for eternity." He said as he grabbed the book from the hands of the 'writer' and closed it. "As a fragile human, you need your sleep." He walks alongside the 'writer' through the row of bookshelves as the next part of the room changes to a hallway. "And once you wake up, your thoughts might be different. You'd have forgotten the distraction or not think of it as much." They enter a cozy bedroom which its light and warmth came from the fireplace. "As long as you have progressed even a little bit through your notes, you may continue the next day or another." He tucks the 'writer' to bed. "Life may pass in a blink of an eye, but don't fret. And enjoy every moment you're spending. If you're going to waste your time getting distracted, then you might as well enjoy it." He then closed the door as the 'writer' stares into the distance for a moment.

"I wasn't done with that book!" She yells and the light shut off.