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First of all, congrats to Justify on taking that wet, sloppy track and slinging it in everyone's face. Don't know how he will do in the Belmont, but I was happy with the Preakness on Saturday.

Now, on to business.

Seems I've been dropped from one of my writing gigs. Not really pleased about that, but what can you do.

What does this mean?

It means unless I find a new venue, my stuff isn't going online any time soon.

Except for fanfiction.

Yes, yes, I know I hate writing it, BUT I had some stuffed in a corner somewhere and I wanted to post it so I did. HOWEVER, because I loathe participating in such frivolity, I have yet again hidden myself under a mysterious username. (Maybe not as mysterious as it could have been, however.) I will tell you it is hiding in archive of our own, but that's as much as I'll tell you.

If you find it, comment below and you will get points.

Not real points, more like those imaginary points they give out in Whose Line is it Anyway?

I have also been working on one of my books. And because I have been asked by someone on twitter, I will share a few of the most recent lines.

'Cause stuff like this don't fit in a tweet.

She only slowed her pace when she neared the road crossing, where parents and students milled around, waiting on the crossing guard to signal. This was the point in her journey where the calming noise of wheels traveling over sidewalk became the uncomfortable hush of people who didn't know what to do. At her old school, people would greet her and chat about whatever random things people chat about early in the morning, but even after a year of making this journey every school day, the silence still washed over her like a tidal wave that pushed every eyeball in any direction but her own.

The crossing guard was different, he always had a smile and a fist bump. He always asked her how her morning had been. She was just another girl on her way to school, not a mute shadow traveling along the ground behind others that walked ahead of her.

“Hey there, Bree,” he called as he motioned her forward with his free hand, lowering it to her level when she was close enough. “How's it goin'?”

“All right,” she smiled back at him as her fist bounced against his.

“Ready for that test today?”

Brianne shook her head at the amount of work she had put in the night before, but answered contrarily to her motion. “You know it.”


Can't really give you any more at the moment. I can't even guarantee that this section will remain intact if the book gets published.

Time will tell.

Speaking of time, let's just give a standing ovation to the best of the cast from Once Upon a Time. No, I don't know any of them, but I felt that a few put in some of their best work in the last seven years and these people really deserve it. The top of that list has to be Robert Carlyle and Lana Parilla.

If you don't agree with me, I'm shipping you off to Neverland.

Oh, wait... I can't threaten you with that any more.

Spoilers!

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