Frustration!

*SCREAM!*

(Insert image of 'phfina throwing back her head like that cutie in the poster of the movie Drag Me to Hell)



(oh, this is a blog ... so I just did insert the image ... that was easy!)

No, sweeties, I'm okay. You haven't heard a peep from me, but that's not 'cause I've been drug to hell (haven't seen that movie, either), but because UGH! LIFE and stuff is just so-o-o-o-o getting in the way of my writing!  Really! I think it's hurting me more than it's hurting you that I haven't updated.  I mean WHAT HAPPENS TO ROSE, REN AND BELLA?!?!?!

Yeah, what!

But, you know, when I do get out and I do meet people and they are nice and sweet and smart ... well, then, they invite you into their lives, and I could be ... you know, me — a total b!tch — and tell them what to do with themselves because I just hafta write, gosh darn it! ("'gosh darn it' 'phfina?" Yeah, ... problems?)

... or I could ... sigh! ... get involved with them, their lives and pursuits and ... you know, grow, and have fun, and stuff.

And then there's work! Ugh! I hate it when work gets in the way of my writing ... I'm thinking about taking out a personal ad: "Writer, b!tchy, penniless, very high maintenance, inattentive to your convos 'cause she's writing the next chap in her head, seeking thick-skinned fem to take care of her and not get offended when the 'huh? what?' comes up when you're sharing your deepest revelations or the 'Leave me alone!' when she's at the keyboard and you're feeling a bit frisky and romantic or the staggering into bed at 3 am's and staggering out at 1pm's or the ..." well you get the picture. Yes, I am an artiste! Bohemian doesn't even begin to cover it (I mean along with the shy and boring bits: at a party, I'm the girlie texting her non-existent friendies who runs to the bathroom at the hint of eye contact). But I'm not going to take out that ad: I haven't seen nor read Misery, but I'm also a paranoid little b!tch and I think I'd have a seizure if somebody did answer it.

*Shudders!*

But, really, m'dears, I am being eaten alive by Madam Muse and her imperious demands that I write that next chapter ... for three stories AND RIGHT NOW! (1, 2, and 3 (unlinked, because it's totally unwritten but it better be sent for 'betaing' by tomorrow or I will so never forgive myself!))

But that's not happening today, nor tomorrow, nor ... sigh, again ... but, yes, I'm still here, thinking about my stories (almost nonstop) and I will get back to writing them, okay, sweeties?