Morning, all...actually it's afternoon, isn't it. I'm hopped up on cold meds and feel like I have been hit by a bus full of midgets who are now dancing around in my head. Pissed off, too, because I had cruising right along with Chapter 11. Who knows, maybe I'll write better on a DayQuil rush.
Glad the response to chapter ten has been so possitive. And I can't wait to share with you everything that's in my head.
...except this cold. That's just not pretty.