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Today I am writing sick, under the weather whatever term you like. I just woke up and didn’t feel right, my head is heavy and I just want soup and rest. I went back to bed and slept some more. Tea is my friend and even though I felt bad, I still decided to write. a blank page now has a storm, and a cave, a mountain lion and a young doctor. there is something about having no plan with this book, there are no limitations, I can have what ever I want in my book and so I did I wrote the words I wanted to write without thinking about how it would go into the story and then it went so well into the story into what I am trying to create. where is it going I have no idea, my character are coming to life in real time and it is amazing. ok back to bed I need rest