I’m not a writer, so the idea of writing a book seems like a monstrous task right about now. I have done some outlines (actually, quite a few over the past five years) and am currently working on character development. I’m also reading books in the genre that mine will be in. I have enjoyed journaling and blogging the past fifteen years, so writing a book should be easy right?

Wrong.

Not the same at all, but I soldier on.

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Character #1: AARON (50 something CEO. Married with two college age kids. Diagnosed sex addict. Discovered 16 days ago)

Aaron pulls his late model Mercedes convertible up to the curb about a half block from the three-story brick building in the northwest district of town.

Where he is going is not a place he could ever have imagined himself, a group for newly recovering sex addicts. The group is mediated by his therapist. This being the next step in his journey and he is scared out of his mind. It would be his first time sharing his story with other men. Men who aren’t professional therapists. Men who are theoretically like him. He is still having a hell of a time believing anyone is like him. His hands shake as he turns off the ignition and gathers up the courage needed to go inside.

He would rather just head to the office, like any normal day, and as he sits in his car, on the street, he contemplates doing just that. Although he has always known, deep inside, that his secret life would be revealed, he was not prepared for the level of fallout since the phone call 16 days ago.

He had contemplated ending his life, both before and after that dreadful day, but suicide wasn’t something he was prepared to follow through on. He knew that about himself. He loves his family and although he is just starting to realize how irreparably he has damaged his relationships with his wife and kids, he isn’t prepared to let them go. He needs to face the music and live squarely in his new reality.

As Aaron opens his car door, the blast of cold January air hits him hard, in the face, and wakes him out of his stupor. He is really doing this.

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This book of mine will be a murder mystery. There will be seven main characters, and lots of secondary characters. I’m finally doing this!

Wish me luck!