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everything as it happened to them. My past happened to someone else. Maybe that makes
me sound crazy, deluded; maybe it makes sense that I'm paying for things someone else did.
Could be that I am just kidding myself that none of this happened to me, that I'm still in
deep denial. Alternatively, this could just be my way of dealing with it.
I never wanted to hide from the world but, because of what Jess did, the world
needs to be hidden from me. They said it was to protect everyone else but they don't listen
when I tell them that everyone has the potential to do exactly the same thing that we did.

W rite r's n o tes

Welcome to writer's notes version 94 ! I spent ages and ages just writing about a hundred
different things and none of them are really working for me. All the stuff people have read,
all that's on the back burner for now.

I realised that nothing I was working on is going to suddenly transform itself into something
I'm even remotely happy with before the deadline so its all been put to sleep for now.

One day, I'll probably go back to it and do some work on that stuff but I don't write if I have
to force myself to do it. That's a sign that it isn't working for me, and I'm not writing a piece
that I don't care about.

So, what I decided to do was to add to and rewrite a story I had begun a few years ago. I
know that probably wasn't the best idea I've had but it was easy to write, and I know what I
meant to do with it.

I had this idea that I was going to write a fantasy story, which is what I normally do anyway,

but also that I wanted to write two stories. I remember I had read some books written from
one person in two times way back in college, and I thought it was a really interesting style of
telling a story.

I started out with two images that made me curious. The first was a young girl wearing a
thin summer dress and standing on the top of a grassy hill. The sky is dark and storm-laden
and it raining but I could see she was crying. She was watching the city below her burn
away.
The second image was this woman in sort of hospital whites, writing at a table and half

looking put pf a window.