[sarcasm] Yeah. It's not like I've ever been put on the spot before online. [/sarcasm] ^_^
Yeah yeah, I beat the Technodrome to the delivery room and gave birth to my second child on the 16th. Now, only 8 more to go before I have my army of Mini-Mes and I can take over the world! OHOHOHOHOHO!!
She said it before, and I'll say it again now. Call her Queen Stephica, puny mortals.
*ahem*
Seriously, I'm recovering but we are just fine- I'm looking forward to reading the final product of CotN and working with Scott (if he still wants me to) on the Technodrome In Labor scenes. My time in front of the terminal is limited (hey! You try typing with a child strapped to you 25/8!) but I'll do what I can.
Of course I want you to work with me on the Technodrome scene. ^_^
Thing is, though, that I haven't had an ounce of creative juice in my body this entire week (must be a Self-Extraction thing; the same thing happened to Wanderer when his part was coming due). So I haven't written an ounce of ANYTHING save the occasional email. But after a weekend in Bakersfield with my goofy (in a good way) brother and seeing an old college friend of mine, I suspect that the old scribble-power will return to me in time for me to kick some fiction ass.
Scott! Call/email/smoke signal me, ya big poopyhead! You lie! You never called! I get this feeling you don't luv me anymore!!
I was planning on calling you on Sunday. This week has been all about watching my free time just rocket by and mutter, "How the hell did THAT happen?!?"
And if you think that's bad, I wrote a letter to a friend of mine last Sunday and have yet to actually mail the damn thing. @_@;;;
This week is going by on warp-speed, I tell you. ;_;
And thanks for all the congrats- and James, if you need a place to hide when Scott comes for you, the space behind me is vacant.
James? Hide from me? Oh, nonononono... I figured that, after his wisecrack, you might try to demonstrate/compare to him about how torturo... er... terrific and painf... er... pleasant the childbirthing process can be. I ain't going to lay so much as a finger of malice on that loonie. ^_^