Thanks for the support.
Instead of a romance novel, because eww, let's have nicotine as that little voice in your head whispering that secrets are what you never tell until no one can stop you. Sure we'll have the bashing-your-face-into-a-mirror-to-drown-out-the-voice-because-you're-only-hurting-yourself scene since novels need some sort of message, but mostly I'm thinking lots of violence.
Or we can go with nicotine as the siren of myth, leading folks to their doom. Sort of a fantasy novel. The heroine, that's me, has a magical crystal that revels the truth. That beguiling beauty is actually a toxic pile of noxious sludge. Imagine Clayface from Batman, but darker and slimier. For the denouement we learn the antagonist has no real power, relying on their charm. Of course the end will be left open since, like any good villain, nicotine addiction is never completely beaten. And there will be lots and lots of violence. A popular character dissolving in a black morass. More violence.
Now to stop talking about novels because it's reminding me of the angry lesbians demanding my second, tomorrow will be 21 days. YAY!!! To celebrate I'm getting a strawberry pie from Shoney's. I still find myself reaching for the can that isn't there. No real desire to dip, just really used to grabbing a can. Tomorrow the plan is to go buy one of those little can of breath mints and stuff it full of cotton.
I will do my absolute best to post roll every day.