Boop, I love you, single anon who missed me.
I’m totally aware that I’ve been absent, and that’s super lame, and yeah.
Here’s the reason for my absence.
I’ve been working like hell to finish the second draft of the first book in my teen fantasy series, trying to get it to sparkle before sending it in to any agents. And I’ve finally finished it! (andomgi’mjustreallyexcitedokayican’tevenrightnowahhhhhhhhh) Right now I’m eagerly awaiting feedback from test readers as well as deciding whether or not to add on a couple of other readers - Courtney and Taylor and Kate, I’m looking at all of you - as well as researching literary agents in the hopes of finding someone who is interested in my story. I’m also currently working on a blog to promote my book, or at least get the word out, and find out if people are interested in it - because agents like knowing whether or not their client’s target audience is going to want to read their book. Anyway, that’s what’s been going on in my life. And I know I’ve apologized again and again for my absence, and you are all already aware how much I totally suck, etc, etc. But I just thought I’d let you all know that I’m still alive, and I haven’t fallen off of the face of the earth, and that my book is done. I’ll be around more often now. (I really will try to be, I swear!) And I’ll hopefully have more information soon. :)
I love you all dearly, although I haven’t quite shown it.
“But it wasn’t until Peeta hit the force field and nearly died that I…” Finnick hesitates.
I think back to the arena. How I sobbed when Finnick revived Peeta. The quizzical look on Finnick’s face. The way he excused my behaviour, blaming it on my pretend pregancy.
“That you what?”
“That I knew I’d misjudged you. That you do love him…”