Dearest Darling Readers-Mine,
I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN YOU! YOU ARE STILL MY SWEET AND BELOVED KICK-ASS READER-WARRIORS!!!
RL, however, has decided to interfere with my writing processes to the point that I’m perma-glaring at her ass. The Moon gave me several false starts but at least STC has finally (FINALLY) decided to play nice. I’ve basically given up on EN: ATS and Decisions for right now. They’re the least popular current works so they receive the least enthusiasm so *flibbith*.
But…EVERY DAMN TIME I sit down to even THINK about working on One Night, srsly, something happens. I get interrupted by people with Things That Will Not Wait even though they fucking well could. The dog got sick (she had a 3-day bout of Where The Hell Did This Come From doggy-diarrhea-poos…that was fun…); the cat got super-sick (he ended up staying at the vets for 3 nights/4 days – and it wasn’t a cruise – with a SERIOUSLY bad case of urinary tract crystals and is now on a $uper-$pendy diet and with instructions to keep track more/less of “how many cat pee balls are in his box” to make SURE he’s peeing enough) and, last but not least, *I* got sick (stress/allergies/not enough sleep will do that to ya, young padawan). Srsly, I need a curse breaker pronto!
I still blame the cat pee balls, though (I use clumping litter – cat pees, it clumps).
And then there was Easter. (I have great leftovers for that curse breaker if they need incentive to, you know, magically appear…)
Oy. I need a vacay…
But anyway, STC is coming along so do expect a chapter sooner than later God willin’ and the creek don’t rise/animals don’t get sick/I don’t get sick/The Thing That Will Not Wait can actually fucking wait…postage not included, this space intentionally left blank.
Love and cat pee balls,