Writing a story

There is one thing I’ve wanted to do for ages.
Write a book.

Now this may sound silly but when I was 16, I wrote a short story about a monkey, I won’t tell you much more beyond that but it is a story about a drunk monkey.
So I went from writing the story when I was 16, to writing a sequel at 21, and then at 23 I wrote a final part and called it a trilogy.

I’ve shared this story with people across the world and despite it’s crass humour and focus on jokes that existed between my teenag compadres and myself, it was actually quite popular.
People actually liked reading my story, sure surprised me I can tell you.
Well that’s why I wrote three parts after all.

Did I ever take the story further?
I did try, can’t deny I actually started a blog featuring the monkey and wrote about his exploits but without page views I quickly grew tired of the entire thing.

But I never forgot my monkey, and I have planned to work with him still.
And now? I have a thought in mind.

I don’t want to bore you with the details just yet but the monkey is in motion.
Expect more monkey as we go along, but just remember I wrote the first story to entertain my friends and 13 years later I should still share the damn thing with the world, just don’t judge me too harshly for the content as honestly, it’s just a man and his monkey.

Monkey, monkey monkey monkey, monkey.

Silent

I am Silent, part time programmer and full time narcissist, gamer, geek and man on a mission.

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