A moment of complete clarity...

As I sit alone and look out the window, I feel an immense feeling of desperate loneliness. Except for a few moment when I met the mountain man, I have been completely alone with my thoughts for almost four days now. It is really starting to get to me; I have decided to go back home.

All was certainly not lost during my seclusion. I managed to drink a great deal of wine, learn how to build a fire (mine had candles in it) and I have stumbled upon a far more significant plot for my novel than I had ever anticipated. 

The love story I am trying so desperately to make meaningful, finally has meaning. It will be in fact a story of survival. Survival though, only through some very, what I feel to be highly physiological studies of human nature. More specifically, addiction. My main character will of course be a strong woman of good morals, but then she will fall in love with a man who changes her and turns her world completely upside down for several years. Typical, some might think, but her story will be full of so many twists and turns that it will simply be impossible for anyone to put it down. 

I am entirely satisfied with my new revelation. It makes me wish that much more that I had someone to share it with.....