The beginning of an obsession.

 The computer crashing was scary. It really seemed this experiment came to an end, I was so wrong. Over the rest of March the process continued. At some point in every day I found myself in front of the laptop typing. More often my memories were being activated for the specific time frame I was covering. I'm more aware of how it works, and have been letting it do what it wants. Something was bothering me though. I don't know how to write a novel. With so much information what do I decide to put in and leave out. It crosses my mind that I really am writing a book, not that I want to jinx it by admitting what I'm doing.
 It needs to be coherent. Since there is no telling Sheila's side, it has to be about us both. The original design was for her to write her view and me mine, then we combine them into one book with two sides being told. Everything was going fine until I read what had been written and a voice in my head not my own kept telling me I had things in the wrong place. After 2 weeks of correction, I took a couple of days off and it began again. Before the end of the month I had nearly 50 pages. Around 2 pages a day seemed pretty good, for someone with no clue. I still didn't want to tell anyone what I was doing. If the computer crashed and I lost it all, that would suck! Crashes were happening a lot and the computer wasn't acting right. Mike got a phone call to ask if he would look at it and see what I have done to mess it up. User error! Mike sent Robyn and she showed me all kinds of neat computer things to keep me in line. Everything was back on track.
 Over April my page average increased rising to 3.5 per day. My typing skills were picking up too. Still, I would not admit to anyone my secret project. Until one fateful day in the middle of the month....I had taken a break after typing for a bit early in the day. While riding my high of where I was in the story because it was coming to a really happy part, I answered Abby(neighbor) asking if anything interesting was going on because I seem in a strange mood. Before my brain caught on to what I said I had already told her "I think I'm writing a book." The secret was out now, she had to know details. Since I'm her brother from another father and mother, I answered her questions candidly. But she is the only one who knows!