Sorry, I was Wrong...

Honest, I tried to sleep. Started watching Shameless but then something kicked in and I ended up writing another thousand or so words.

This is becoming so difficult. I need to get this thing finished so I can get on with my life.

As for Stuart, he is now in a room in Geneva, back from Annecy and the death of Raymonde, and about to face The Superiors. Sometimes it really is as if something else is writing this book, I start a chapter, knowing where we are going and all of a sudden I have written something completely unexpected. It was supposed to be just a fleeting visit to Annecy but it ended up as a hugely emotional ride. It brought a lot of things into perspective for myself personally, my recent behavior, my distrust, my felling of inadequacy, my need for having my ego stroked. I have written a very personal and important email to someone, all I now need to do is click on send.

But on a lighter note...

Jehovahkill?