Well, it is done.

I might have a few commas in the wrong places, and I might have a few of the tense articles wrong, like saying 'here' when I should say 'there', or 'now' when I really mean 'then'. There are a couple of places my words get a little too flowery, and I need to simplify. I even have one chapter where I completely break with my narrative structure, to tell the tale from a different point of view.

Flaws and all though, it is done. It's taken me just under ...

I had imagined how easy it would be to write, if only I had the time. I thought I could write a novel with no effort, if only I didn't have the distractions of work, or had enough days off in a row.

I was wrong.

I've been off of work for two months now. I've had ample time to focus on my writing. There have been a few excuses, but overall, I've had the time I wished for so often.

My brain is a funny place. Even if I know exactly what I want to write, ...

Can you flipping believe it? I'm less than 12 hours away from getting on a plane to see my parents. I'm cleaning out my car, and boom. My back goes out. I can barely move.

I know the problem. It has happened before. I have some muscles in the core of my spine, they've been damaged before, and are prone to strains. Problem is, when my back goes out, I can barely bend down to tie my shoes. I'm fine if I'm sitting or standing, it's the transferring in-between that is the problem. ...

Okay, I'm not coming out as gay to my parents. I'm coming out to them as Hypogonadal. I'm debating telling them about my asexuality, though I'm sure they already know.

As a gift to me for my 37th birthday (which happens in August.) my parents are flying me home to Saskatchewan, this month. I'll be there for a whopping five days.

When we have a quiet bit of time, when we are sure not to be interrupted, I'm going to tell them. I know I don't have to tell you, I'm scared ...