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Shigure is the dog of the zodiac and the owner of the house where he, Tohru, Yuki and Kyo live. He is a writer who writes both academic books and romance novels under many pen names. His most common and celebrated is "Karitani Noa" from his erotic "Summer-Colored Sky" novel.

He loves to drink tea, eat takoyaki, drive his editor, whom he affectionately calls "Miichan", to tears by feigning the non-completion of his work, sleep late, and smoke cigarettes.

He's a jokester who occasionally gives advice or purposely stirs up controversy for the good of everyone in the end.



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Wednesday, November 02, 2005

blocking my head

I'm having problems coming up with new schemes and twists for my novel. It's frustrating, it's infuriating, it's a riot! How the heck did I become a novelist in the first place?

It's true. Even professionals suffer mental blocks. When mental blocks happen, the world becomes a boring place.
I yelled "Not again!" to my book.
I usually write in the morning, inside my room with open windows. If not, I go outside and sit under the tree. There I could watch the colorful leaves and petals fall, eye on the swaying branches, and laugh when a bird drops its cargo on me. It's usually windy when I go out and I don't know why. It's always windy. There's always a breeze lurking whenever I stick my pen on the paper.

I just hope Miichan won't visit me anytime soon. Wait, someone's knocking at the door. I wonder who it is... oh no. Anyone but her.

rolled on the floor at 9:35 PM