Here’s the beginning of the book and the wallpaper I made to keep me on track. I’m calling the book The Dragon’s Are Afoot.
I know you said to write it as if you would never read it, but I tried several times, and I can’t seem to get started. I’m sorry. It’s strange enough revealing everything, not knowing who you intend to give this to, but to act like you don’t know any of it…. But I’ll try again. When I get to the part where you come in, I’ll treat you like anybody else in this story. I’ll say “he” instead of “you” even though we both know it is you.
It all started when Mother threw me out. Isn’t it ironic that such a kindly and caring woman would throw me out when I was sick? No. When I think about it, she threw me out because I was sick. Me, the perpetual child with an iron constitution fell ill. Yeah, she did it because I was sick, and frankly, in her shoes I would do the same.
You were right when you said it was because at the age of 41, I was finally becoming an adult, even if I looked to be about 14 years old and was still growing.