As many of you know, I dropped my pride and asked the owner of EBB for some help with Kingdoms. I worked with a plotting person and made some great strides, but at the end of the day, fell short. I’m now living in a post it rendition of a skittles commercial. I’ve restrained from shouting “taste the rainbow” and tossing them…but I don’t have to. They’re everywhere.
She tried to explain it to me, and I get some of it. Some of it however, I’m brain numb from trying to process. So much so, I’m letting her take the lead AND handle the post its. She’s cursed me more than once for the number of character arcs going on, and I know I shouldn’t laugh, but I do. She swears to me that there are not enough colors of post its available in the known universe for what I have going on in this book. I’m still laughing.
She threatened to send me to Cherry Adair’s Master class. I’m not laughing quite as hard. I heard Cherry is a drill sergeant. I think the class would be great, the timing is not funny right now.
Anyway, I’m posting to let you know that I’m alive, I’m working, and I have brought someone else into my zone of insanity to try to straighten out what I have rent to pieces. Huge thanks to the little shouts of support in recent weeks when my head hurt from banging it against the wall. I appreciate each of you more than you know.