Sunday, 21 June 2015

FountainCo X-235

Whenever The Author was asked about where he got his ideas, he’d make a joke about paying someone to come up with them. But if pushed, he’d admit that he had a notebook, in which he would write down phrases, ideas or even just words that pressed buttons in his head.

People expected it to be a battered, old notebook, given his career length, or someone in leather and gold considering The Author’s cash flow.

Actually it was a computer, and honestly, he didn’t really need it, it just helped him focus.

At least, he thought so. Then it died…

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