I am BACK! (I think) And I have missed writing Fanficcle! I have some more madness, some more romance, and a whole lot more…stuff…
I have had writers block. Er, I still do…But I'm managing by writing down the first thing that comes into my head…
God help you all.
358 REVIEWS FOR MY SONGFIC? Wow. Thank you so, so much! ARGHH! I really do love all of you a lot :)
I will not stagger up to Skulduggery, looking horrified, and whisper "I see dead people."
I will not announce in Skulduggery's Bentley that I need to pee, fall silent, and then after a moment announce, sounding relieved, that I no longer need to pee, but need to change my trousers.
I will not follow Skulduggery around, playing Skeleton Song out loud and repeatedly inquire as to why he "insists on wearing clothes".
I will not stand in Valkyrie's room, wearing wellington boots with cows on them, while holding a scalpel in each hand and ask where Kenspeckle is.
I will not recommend a band called "The Remnants" to Ghastly.
I will not steal Fletcher Renn's hair gel. The result would be worse than Armageddon.
I will not create a Facebook for Skulduggery. He would not get the full benefits of it.
I will not follow Valkyrie everywhere singing "It's The End Of The World As We Know It."
Ghastly is not "scarred for life" in that sense.
Buying Skulduggery a scythe and cloak for Christmas was only funny the first three times…