u/Flat-Competition-526

For a long time, the idea of writing existed in a future that kept adjusting itself. Not unreachable, just never current. Something to do “properly,” later, with the right structure, the right time, the right version of myself that would make fewer mistakes.
That version never arrived. So eventually I stopped waiting for it.
And the writing didn’t begin so much as continue from somewhere it had already been happening without me agreeing to it. The first draft crossed 60,000 words without feeling like accumulation. More like something insisting on being fully said.
Cutting it down to 40,000 didn’t feel like editing.

It felt like removing the parts that were trying too hard to explain themselves.

Now it exists.