I'm a horrible human being.
So, let me explain. I know that I was supposed to release all three of Anna's wedding's scenes on New years day, but stuff came up that day and i wasnt able to.
THEN we left for Beijing a whole day early. After a very stressful 48 hours of traveling, taxiing, losing luggage and screaming little brothers, we finally arrived home, where I promptly - I kid you not - COLLAPSED from exhaustion. I slept for an entire day. I made it, staggering, to school Monday, passing out in the middle of P.E. Tuesday was my birthday - which went off without a hitch, and with no collapsing. Then, I got sick. And I've been waveringly sick since then. One day I'll feel fine - I even had a small birthday party on Friday - then the next I'll be curled up in bed, too weak to move. I'm pitiful.
Today, I was reading A.G Howards second installment in her "Splintered" series, as I am still sick and bedridden, and when I finished, *SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER* I screamed. A lot. I was incredibly unsatisfied with the ending, after such a terrific book. Thank GOD there's a third book in the making - A.G, you have played a nasty, nasty trick on us, and I am, as Morpheus would be, seriously impressed.
That being said, it got me thinking. I will channel all this vent up frustration into my writing of the third installment of Anna's wedding, and continue writing my story after that. Thank you for being so amazing and patient, and awesome.
May I just say, that Elsa and Jack's story is FAR from over.
It's only just begun.
