My goal for the vast majority of my existence has been one thing. Write a novel, and get it published. The first step of that is to write the story.
I finished that first part early last month. It took me 46 days from start to finish to write 96k or so words. I found a way of doing things that worked for me, and just ran with it till I was done.

The second step, editing it.
Some time in 10th grade, my ability to read stories or other large bodies of text effectively vanished. Editing a story requires reading the story, and I can't do that anymore.
Thankfully, my mother is helping me with that. By "helping with" I mean she's being my editor since I can't do that myself.

I'd always said there was a cruel irony in being addicted to writing even though I can't really read anymore. Finishing the writing part of a novel just shined a light on part of what it was.

I'll try to remember to post some kind of update here when the next step of this process is reached.

Till then, I'm going to do the only thing a writing addict can do.

Write the next story.