To make the story short: I was pushed down a flight of metal stairs…naturally it was an accident, but still I was a little perturbed.
Needless to say I wrenched my back and behind and have been out of commission for awhile.
Just when I start to actually think I can fulfill my blogging goals…those vindictive stairs.
However, in the meantime I did finish editing The Chosen One.
Yes, Alana did you hear that. I finished.
Nothing but silence.
Alana, are you going to answer me.
Alana Monroe, answer me!
Alright, I’m here.
Why were you ignoring me?
I’m not overly fond of talking this publicly.
But you have been doing that for months?
That was out of necessity.
So now you’re back to being silent until I mess up again?
Yes, pretty much.
You’ve just left me in the middle of massive rewriting on the sequel and another round of intense editing on The Chosen One and you’re done talking.
You took good notes and until you mess up, then yeah I really don’t have anything to say. Maybe Telyn will.
She leaves me shaking my head and rolling my eyes.
That’s all I did all week. I laid flat on my bed and typed away furiously on my laptop and did little else…maybe just maybe those stairs weren’t as vindictive as I thought.