Author's note:
Gah.
Uh.
Gorrammit.
Well, all I can do is say, once again, that I feel like the most awful person on the planet for deserting this story like this; without any warning, no less! And so, with this pitifully delayed author's note, I have come to beg for forgiveness and to make a promise – that I will update this story this weekend, or all of you who have been so kind as to read it and leave me comments over the past year have hearty permission to digitally burn me at the proverbial stake.
Things have been incredibly busy this year, what with it being my junior academic year in high school (god, more work than I've ever had in my life and I'm less than half-way through…!), PSATs, lots of musical practice and rehearsal, a very time-consuming Shakespeare play, National Novel Writing Month 2006 (from which emerged my second novel, In Search of Comity (Tentative), at over 50,000 words), and a newfound obsession with the life and times of T.E. Lawrence (known to many as Lawrence of Arabia) out of which has sprung the idea for yet another novel. All in all, it's been a bit of a time; but I've still been feeling guilty every time I catch a glimpse of my copies of Prydain on my bookshelf. Would you believe that until a few days ago, I haven't had time to read a whole book since the end of August? Nah, me neither. It's surreal.
Anyways, I hope you'll forgive me, and I will do whatever is necessary to get a new chapter of this up this weekend! Gwydion has taken to poking me with his sword, which has become rather painful, so I'm finally going to bite the bullet and continue. Thanks!
AKAtheCentimetre