Update on Burn
I just wanted to post to say I've been working very hard on the last chapter of Burn these past days. It's been slow going, make that torturous, until today, when things sort of broke loose. I'm almost to the end. Whoopee! Then I have the epilogue and it's finished.
So please don't give up on me. I must be the slowest writer in history, but I'm determined. Next up will be the end of Mystery, and more of A Thousand Kisses Deep.
I've noticed a lot of people going over to Dreamwidth. *waves* I'll be sorry to see a mass exodus of my very favorite people. As for me, I'll be staying on LJ. While it's not perfect, I like it and feel comfortable here. If they'd just give me more icons, I'd have very little to complain about at all. :D
I'll hope to be posting soon with the climactic Burn!
excerpt: “Well, look who’s here,” he intoned, managing all the solemnity of a corpse at the approach of the undertaker. Jared wiped clumsily at the mask of gore covering his face, staring down at his red-painted fingers. “Forgive me for not getting up. Manners, you know? My mama would kick my ass.” He took a deep gulp of air, keeping his gaze focused on Morgan, through the blurring effects of blood loss, his head woozy with it, the effort to breathe stitching his side. “I’ll make this short and sweet, fucker. You’re...,” Jared swayed tipsily, listing to the right, the words a soft mumble as his cheek hit the floor. “...under arrest.”
So please don't give up on me. I must be the slowest writer in history, but I'm determined. Next up will be the end of Mystery, and more of A Thousand Kisses Deep.
I've noticed a lot of people going over to Dreamwidth. *waves* I'll be sorry to see a mass exodus of my very favorite people. As for me, I'll be staying on LJ. While it's not perfect, I like it and feel comfortable here. If they'd just give me more icons, I'd have very little to complain about at all. :D
I'll hope to be posting soon with the climactic Burn!
excerpt: “Well, look who’s here,” he intoned, managing all the solemnity of a corpse at the approach of the undertaker. Jared wiped clumsily at the mask of gore covering his face, staring down at his red-painted fingers. “Forgive me for not getting up. Manners, you know? My mama would kick my ass.” He took a deep gulp of air, keeping his gaze focused on Morgan, through the blurring effects of blood loss, his head woozy with it, the effort to breathe stitching his side. “I’ll make this short and sweet, fucker. You’re...,” Jared swayed tipsily, listing to the right, the words a soft mumble as his cheek hit the floor. “...under arrest.”