It seems my ink has bled all the way over to another site, as I received an email from a minion (Hi, Helena!) letting me know that she posted a lovely, four-star review of my blog here. Thank you so much, loyal minion! I’d have thanked you by email as well, but GoDaddy is being a bloodsucking fiend today (and not in the good way)–but if you’d like, I’d love to send you some Minion Bling. Drop me an email with your mailing address (I can still receive mail, for some odd reason).
Happily, I’m on chapter sixteen (titled “The Afterlife”) of Ninth Grade Sucks, with one more chapter to revise after this. SQUEE! But I may be spending too much time with Vlad. Last night I dreamt I got stopped by airport security for having a wooden stake in my carry-on luggage (which is shaped like a coffin, of course…no, really). Weird.
Okay, back to work with me! The undead won’t write about themselves, you know…
EDIT: Okay, so I’m a big tech idiot and forgot to empty my trash bin. Email is working fine now. Duh, me.
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I should worry that you know where to find coffin luggage…but somehow, I think it’ll all be ok. If it’s any consolation, I was dreaming of dragons last night, even though I really need to finish up edits on my mutants
Nah, you shouldn’t worry about that. I’m the queen of morbid.
Speaking of which, are you interested in blood vial jewelry? I can find that too.
ROFL. Creepy, very creepy. Scary thing is…I know where to find that TOO!!!
I wish my sales guys would hush today. I can’t sneak any writing in at all.
GEEZ! What is their problem???
Yeah for Heather! Keep up the good work.
I’m still working on getting a connection for you at the Disneyland Bat Day thing…
*ducks head back into edits*
Yeah, back to edits! Don’t make me flog you with a….uh…flogging…instrument…thing.
Yay, flogging instrument thing!
Oh, wait, sorry. That was for a different story…
CONGRATS, HEATHER!!!
LOL!!! Jax, you are so silly. :-* Thank you!
OK, how did you do that? I SWEAR your photograph moves sometimes like those paintings in Harry Potter.
Oh, that’s just me trying to crawl out of your monitor.
(No, really, now you’re freaking ME out!)
OK, you just gave me chills! The hair on my arms is standing straight up. Not that your presence wouldn’t be appreciated here…
You’re motivating me so much I have to leave now, just like when I read, “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds..”.