I awoke very early....

This morning I awoke at a very early time and simply could not sleep. So naturally I wandered to the kitchen. I found myself staring at a peeling purple wall, eating a starfruit and feeling very unsettled. Nervous even. And I am not entirely sure why. I spent some time doing some self-analysis and came up with this....Purple reminds me of my childhood because I grew up in a room that was purple and my father loved starfruit. Perhaps all of the reminders of home have me on edge. There has been a lot of things about London that I have been avoiding like the plague. Namely anything that reminds me of Scott....

If you know me well, you might say that I fled London. With enthusiasm. Scott was a disaster and to be frank, I don't think I am quite ready to start facing that just yet. It is just too hard. I find it much more simple to hide behind my words and let Adam and Anastasia duke it out on paper. And I have decided that they will. After hours and hours of watching a serious on dealing with addictions, Adam would in fact be physical with Anastasia. That fact has disturbed me greatly, but if it is to be believable then it must be.

My house is a mess, my emotional state is a disaster, my novel is moving slowly, but I think I am beginning to make headway with Bryce....