I am in France visiting my parents and it is weird. My schizophrenia is at its peak when I am down here. Since leaving, I have had so many different lives, but I am still the very same old me...
Speaking French doesn't come naturally anymore and I find French people a bit weird. They're on edge, but not in a nice way... Hence a very odd episode yesterday at the cinema.
But that's another story altogether.
I am now starting the editing of what I hope will be my first published novel, I Am a Muse, even though I haven't finished writing it... But time is running out, and I need to work more, more, always MORE.
I think therefore I write.
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