The eve doubtdul soul - me - got it into my head that somehow the book about Madison isn't my own creation and I suddenly got very paranoid. Where I could have picked it up, I have no idea. And then I sit and I go through every single idea I have ever written down and I shake my head thinking "Am I on my own, or am I flying on someone else's wings?"
On the other hand, putting a name on the face that was Madison was hard as hell. As was all the other characters. No. I'm all on my own, so if I crash, the wings that break are mine.
Wow, that was bitter :P
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