Ingen bryr sig om vad jag skriver. Nu slutar jag skriva!

Kan du inte lägga ut dina skönlitterära verk här? Några sidor varje dag kanske? Du lär bli strimlad i småsmulor, men läst blir du.

Det här är ju ett aber för alla med smala specialintressen..

Personligen tvingar jag mamma och min pojkvän att läsa. Det funkar...hyfsat. Moderskapet gråter hela tiden för hon tycker allt är sååå vackert - och pojkvännen sitter på nålar och törs knappt framföra kritik. Men det funkar hyfsat, trots det.
Iofs gav jag tillfälligt upp den story jag FAKTISKT skriver på, och skrev en "chick-lit" istället, men det funkar det med - en jobbarkompis som skriver har läst den också, och så läser jag det han skriver - lika värde i utbyte. 

Varning för crappy engelska, osammanhängande bitar och total förvirring. Här följer en femtedel av vad jag skrivit idag:
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"Alex?"
       Alex looked up. His cousin stood over him.
"Hey", he muttered. "Did I fall asleep?"
"Yeah", Nathan smiled crookedly. "Tired?"
          Alex sat up, making some space on the couch for his cousin. Nathan sat down and gave him a thoughtful look.
"What are you looking at", Alex muttered self-consciously.
"It's nice to see you sober for once", Nathan replied innocently. "How long has it been now, two months?"
           Alex frowned. He knew full well that Nathan was teasing him, but he wasn't in a teasing mood.
"Eleven, thank you very much", he said dourly, "And it has been 18 months since I and Kevin started dating."
"That long, huh? I must remember to thank him för that,"
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"Brandriel?"
            Brandriel looked up. The King of Saringourd stood in the doorway, looking tired and anxious.
"Majesty!" Brandriel jumped to his feet. "Are you well?"
            King Eirin sighed hevily and sank down on the edge of rooms large bed, by which Brandriel, Consort of the Kings youngest brother, had sat. Brandriel sat down on his chair again.
"What did the healers say", the King asked.
           Both King and Consort stole a glance at the Prince Merill, laying pale and still in the bed.
"As long as he survives the poisoning, he will be fine", Brandriel said softly.
             King Eirin nodded.
"Not quite the end to the Queen's Hunt that I wanted", he said. "Bloody dragon."
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Elril could not see a path, but if Irestor claimed there was one, who was he to object. He had never set foot in a real forest before, and was hopelessly lost long ago. At least the Elf had promised there was food and clothing at the end of this supposed path. Maybe Irestor lived nearby. 
          Beside Elril, Zanedithas was shivering in his longshirt. Poor Zen, Elril though, he wasn't used to cold.
"You were right", Zanedithas muttered through gritted teeth. "I do miss my duvet. But Most I think I miss my boots. My toes are going to fall off", he turned to Aylonna. "Can I borrow your shoes for a while?"
            Behind him, Adomorn snorted derisivly.
"I don't think you'll want to", Aylonna answered evenly. "They're not very warm, and I think they'd be much to small for you".

Ok ser fel direkt här.
För många upprepningar av samma ord bar ai dom två första meningarna.