A/n: O.k., where to start? I hate doing this (just imagine Dobby ironing his hands or beating himself upside the head for disobeying and you've got me right now), but I'm in a series case of writer's block. If I'm on your Author Alert or Story Alert or even if you're just passing by the lists and decide to read this story, I hate to disappoint you with this horribly long author's note and not a new chapter and I'm really sorry that my mind is refusing to come up with new material. Now, before you go and do something rash, like take me off the alerts (if you can, I'm not sure) or ignore me forever, please understand that as soon as I get inspiration, the stars align, God sees fit, or however you want to put it, I will have a new chapter up. I've sat here, in front of my computer for what seems like a year, trying to write something that would please you, and not disappoint. And now, before I get you even madder at me for writing such a long note, I will close with this: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please understand.
Horribly guilty,
Liv
