Inspiration

'Jam is a shorter word than marmalade, yet it spreads just as far.' – Jeremy's granddad.

Well, now that that's out of my system, I better bring this story to a close. I guess I'm only really stalling it because I'm scared at the thought of not actually having a reason to open this rather large Word file. I really should get around to finishing it, though, because… well, heck. It'll free up some time – rather, those times when I can actually be bothered to open up Word and let my fingers buzz away on the battered keyboard of this laptop (this story file, or ramifications thereof, has seen three laptops of mine, I believe) – to write some other stories. Other ones that people are likely to read. Ones with decent plots, and things – you know, the sorts of things that make good stories. Yeah…
"That map wasn't much different from the last one… the one that happened about 38 chapters before it."
Well, I had initially planned to draw the map with an extended, err, 'route' that follows how the story went. But then I realised that the majority of the movement was inside the skyscraper, which, being an Escher-esque building, would be best left to The Reader's imagination. At least I'd think so.
Either way… Oh, whatever. I'll draw the extended route into and out of and back up and into the skyscraper.
…I've done it now.
"Good ol' fourth walls. I don't know if it's been said before, but were this a live-action story, most of The Readers would have left us."
You know, it really only looks like a jumbled mess of lines, that isn't that much different from the last map; I think I'll have it like the other maps, taking up just half a page.
"That's good to know."
Well, you give me something better to write about! I mean, come on. I'd like to see what you'd do, were you thrown into a situation like this.
"Wanderlust."
"What was that, Pit?"
"Wanderlust… Oh, don't mind me – I just wanted to say it, because it's such a great word."
Wanderlust… That sort of summarises my desire to write about things. You know, rather than to write about nothings.
"Was that a joke?"
Probably.
"I'M BORED."
"Yes, we all are Zorc."
"I'm not."
"Well we aren't all as lucky as you then, Douglas."
Oh, that's what makes this seem so… weird. My intrusion as The Author renders speech citations (or the details of intonations thereof; the 'said I' stuff) fairly funny-looking, and without, the text looks particularly empty. Hmm. I think I'll just shut this file and move on to that fan-fiction I've been writing. That's at something like 16,000 words, I think… Oh wait, no: it's only at a little over 11,000 words – I just checked. I also made a few minor improvements to the last one-hundred-or-so words of it. They, the improvements, mostly regarded my severe misuse of the semi-colon. That story, what with it not being centre-aligned and written in Comic Sans MS, shows even greater writing differentials than this story. That's truly quite amazing, if I may say so myself. Which I can.
See, with that story, I usually jump in every few months for perhaps a few days or so, before getting frustrated at it and leaving… for another few months - with this story, that process is sped-up to about every few weeks, with a few hours perhaps (or maybe even a weekend) being spent on it when I do jump in here.
…So, how's everyone?
"Bored, as has been established," spat Bakura.
"Actually," Pit said softly, "I'm quite good, myself."
"I'm good if Pit's good." It needn't be stated who said that.
"I'm quite enthralled by the plot, myself," said Douglas.
That's quite obviously bullshit.
Oh, and can you see why I didn't add the little things to the speech? It just doesn't work!
"It's all subjective, really."
"Everything is subjective, you tit," said... Pit…!?
"…Pit?!"
"…What?"
…Sorry to interrupt, but it's here: the not-that-different map that is only really made different by how smudged it is. Oh, and I'm not even fully certain that the plot actually follows the line that's drawn. Oh well!