I have an idea. Not only has it been kicking around – it’s been taking over. It’s entirely the opposite of the YA novel. So far below and beyond that were both to ever be published – no one would believe the same person wrote them.

It’s been kicking around in my head for almost an entire day. It makes me uncomfortable, it makes me itch. I know it’s unmarketable, due to the subject matter. I highly doubt any publisher would take it. Well, except for that creature no one likes, but there’s sex involved in it-so I don’t think he’d take it either. *snort*

It’s bad. Seriously creepy bad. Bad enough that I retched after visualizing one scene. Me. Retched. I didn’t retch during Hostel. I didn’t watch it through (like I’ve said before, writing torturegore, yes, watching – no) but I didn’t retch.

I want to write it. I want this. I want to write it, I want to WATCH parts of it, I want to be it.

And that makes me sick to my stomach.