Authors Note (cue the throwing of rotten tomatoes)

Boy you guys must be really sick of these by now huh?

I apologise profusely for my erratic updating. Or lack thereof.

I'm getting better though, I swear!

Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a gecko in my eye, I really am devoting myself to only two stories: if you have looked on my profile (if you do you get a cookie…course you can't eat it. Or smell it. Or see it really because it's invisible…you know what, never mind), you'd notice that I've added a 'Stories to Come' area.

I am currently working on

1: Too Late For Sorry (of which has reached 22 chapters counting this one ) and

2: The Broken Doll (my first of what I hope to be many Imprintus Resistus Imprint Stories…blame my sister for the title)

TBD has actually got about nine (very long) chapters and my newest TLFS chapter is coming along nicely. But I've decided that if I'm lazy and don't want to do something that week, while you are perfectly liable to hunt me down and kill me with pitchforks, I won't whine about how crappy my life is and try to get out of it.

I'm curbing my habit cold turkey.

Sorry that you will have to wait a few days for Chapter 22 but please be patient and I hope to god that I haven't completely lost your interest (I've been looking at my 'Story Traffic' and HOLY FREAKIN' CRAP PEOPLE! You guys are awesome!).

As proof that I haven't actually been moseying around doing nothing here is an excerpt from my prologue for The Broken Doll, followed by an excerpt from Chapter 22.

I didn't think it would come to this. Really, I didn't. I never, ever imagined myself here of all places. But I was, and as I looked into the eyes of my would-be killer, I had to accept the facts for the last time. I loved him. I was loved. I was sorry. I didn't want to die after all. And it wasn't my fault. It never was.

It's kinda sad that I only realised this small but so significant a fact in the hour of my death. What happened was an accident. Horrible, life shattering but an accident. Maybe that's why I accepted it now. Because there was nothing left to do but accept.

Is that what happens at the end of your life? It doesn't matter about the cars you own or the money you collect or the things you buy. In the end, it isn't about what you have. It ends with what you've done. It ends with the truth.

So I looked into the eyes of my would-be killer and smiled, because I knew the truth. "I love you." I whispered, to wherever he was and listened to the crack! as I died.

Tempting no?

And now from Chapter 22 of Too Late For Sorry, a Twilight fanfic from the chaotic mind from Tress Blues:

I switched on my power at that point. Just in case Chen was thinking un-boyfriend-ish thoughts, I sought out Edward's gift first. Like tiny lights among the darkness, the three vampiric gifts shone out to me. I stopped the first with little difficulty and then shut off the second, the third dancing out of reach before I remembered that Alice's gift was one of the future and of the body not the mind.

I watched their faces turn shocked and I felt the lights try and feel through my block but it was impenetrable. Finally, Edward turned to me, seemingly able to guess what I was doing. He looked more shocked than the rest of them and the bruises under his eyes were even darker than usual. I felt a twinge of regret and was immediately grateful I'd numbed Jasper's ability. Jasper followed his gaze and I remained stone faced as he studied me before the bell rang again and I disappeared into the crowd, feeling all five stares on my back as I walked.

See? I'm doing work! Pinky Promise!
That's all for now,

X.o.X.o

Tress Blues.