- Death touched my life again while I was sick. I used the imagery in the story to play with the spirit world.
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- I was remembering the moment when my foster father was choking me. Just before the end I swear I could see my mother standing behind him willing me to fight. I have had doctors, shrinks, and preachers tell me it was the loss of oxygen. I just don't know.
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- My religion tells me this is not possible, but when it comes to me at a faith level, I am not as sure on this point. It was so real.
Some of the first readers have complained it was too long. I guess I could have made it into a series. That is not how my creative process works. I blitz write, vomiting out a long section, then work it down into something managable.
Night nurse just got vitals so I thought I'd knock this notification out before dropping off again.
Nite,
Chase
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