Life has been crazy. I miss the way things used to be, especially since that means it'd go back to characters staying in their own worlds. Ardra has popped out no less than two alternate universes. (Oh, yes, m'dear, she took the fairy tale and bolted.)

I wrote something that will never be published, nor seen by anyone but the one I wrote it for (if you show other people, I swear...).

I'm waiting tables and getting damn good at it, being sort-of asked out by someone who was once completely oblivious (and freaking out over it. I am, not him, as far as I know), trying to get my car fixed, trying to find a place to move to, and trying not to freeze my fingers off because the heater in my house sucks assballs. Hard. But thankfully I'm not ignoring/being ignored by mi amor anymore.

I've finished books, started new ones, and am failing miserably at NaNoWriMo. I'm 11,000+ words behind. My brother has been away for upwards of three days at a Christian youth retreat--we get him back tonight and I'm excited. I miss him.

Thorns is coming along nicely. Ardra is finally filling in some of the gaping holes left from Fruition I. I'm seeing their future too. It's...interesting. Kevhend is teasing me with glimpses of his past and his sister Lara (who's actually dead before anything of note happens) is speaking. It's terrifying, because she was a slave in the House of Thorns.

Now that I've shared more than I think I've ever wanted to, I'll go. Hugs and kisses.