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I've started writing on that illustrious book again. You know, the one I keep starting? The one I've been writing for the last 15 years but never get further than two pages in?

That one.

I've actually got theoretical ideas for three books. But you have to start somewhere.

I started.

Again.

I'm actually being very blunt and honest this time around. Which may or may not make the final cut. I've got to say though, there is something very cathartic about writing whatever the fuck I want without worrying how it may or may not affect others.

Because this is my story, damn it. I get to tell it and no one else gets to say how it goes.

At least until the editing process.


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