Go 'way. Turn off the light. Get me tea or leave, and both ways, stop asking me to talk to you! THIS IS MY EXCUSE AND I"M STICKING TO IT. My muse has a fever, okay? I must make her tea and get her new blankets. *heroic look*
Okay, you got me. My muse is in fact a guy, and he's been throwing delightful stories at my head. He just doesn't like Merchants' Daughter either, so we've been doing everything BUT what we're supposed to. Me and my Muse, we're such Bad People.
What else has been happening? Oh, my "inexperience" card has officially been revoked. True story. I had to realize two things. The first is that I'm 21 now. The second is that 15 year olds can be published. (Okay, she has an agent, not a published novel, but still. LIGHT YEARS AHEAD OF MOST, anyone?) So yeah, I haven't been doing this for very long, but if I'm serious about it, which I am, I have to acknowledge that I am lazy, and that is why I keep not writing. :D Not because I magically will have work ethic and words if I just wait a little more....
Valeo, Internets!
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But still! Take good care of that poor little lady in the blankets!
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