I managed to get my lazy self to sit down and write this morning. It was actually harder than it should have been. Only managed 968 words so far, but there's always after work, too.
I finished the childhood portion of the back story (I think). The stuff is so repulsive and demented that I'm starting to worry because it all came out of my head. My mother can absolutely never read this. Not even if I'm dead.
Hopefully the guys with the long white coats will let me finish my novel before they take me away.
-Adam
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