I was moving stuff around to start packing and found a book I started writing in 2011 that I never finished.

It's maybe halfway complete and I haven't looked at since probably 2012, so I kinda forgot most of it.

It's kinda weird guys 😂 it started out with my mom dying, which happened. A virus, which happened. An evil theatrical president, happening. I also wrote about the Trump tower falling, so let's keep our fingers crossed.

But yeah I kinda hit the nail on the head. Which also made me sad because it's outdated.

I quit writing because I didn't know how to finish it, and I've been thinking on an idea for about a year that would blend really well. I'll have to rewrite a lot of it, but that's fine. It was 2011, it's just printed and hole punched in a binder.

Feeling some inspiration I haven't felt in awhile is nice. I wish I had more time and brain power right now.

Anyway, it was spooky!