I didn't do jackshit for New Year's. What I did was go to the gym with my brother. Yes, no parties for me. I was near the end of my rope at that point and saw no future that looked desirable. Two things happened that night. On the gym's radio, I heard Justin Bieber's "Baby". I also swore to beat Silent Hill 2 for the first time and did so. I got the good ending. I took that as an omen.
Things have changed in those few months since, things that I could not have imagined happen happened. One of those few things in my dreams was to write a novel. It needed to happen. I have ideas and one of them needs to come to fruition finally. I finally have a full concept for one, and it's going to happen--come hell or highwater.
I don't give a shit if it doesn't get published, I WILL NOT die happy without this coming true. And this one will. I won't let it not.
