“I can feel everything, Seth,” Jasper seethes, pushing his body flush against Seth’s bare torso. “Everything. Do you have any idea what that does to me?”
I got the best Friday suprise ever today! Bella and Edward's (Slightly Strange) New Year's Eve Adventure was reviewed on the Fictionators by two of my wonderfully supportive friends, and I am beside myself with glee.
As you may have noticed, I'm very much inspired by music. The outtake to Bella and Edward's Slightly Strange New Year's Eve Adventure is no different, and I thought I'd share my inspiration with you.
"Well, motherfucking fuckity fuck, if it isn't the last fucking person in the world I expected to see here tonight," Jake sing-songed, throwing his heavy arm around my shoulder and enveloping me in his familiar sweet musk. Even after years my best friend still had the same stupefying effect on me- whether I hadn't seen him for a day or a month.
It is with great sadness that I have to share with you that I’ll be putting Fix You on hiatus for a couple of months. It is still my intention to finish this story, as it is very close to my heart and I’ve been carrying it around in my head for a year now. I just don’t have a sufficient amount of time to research and write the story in the way it deserves right now.
I have a big qualifying exam coming up, and that coupled with my job which has become increasingly demanding, has forced me to refocus my priorities. I hope to still be able to write here and there, but I won’t be able to commit fully to anything for a while.
I hope you won’t abandon me in the meantime, but probably wouldn’t blame you if you did ;) Thank you very much for standing by this story and sharing your thoughts with me. Your reviews constantly made me squee!
Readers of Bella and Edward's Slightly Strange New Year's Eve Adventure, fear not. I'm working on the last chapter and will post it as soon as it's done.
We spent the short but terrifying trip listening to instrumental Barry Manilow in silence. The elevator screeched and rattled to a halt, making me jump and squeak like a little girl. Edward stifled a smug laugh and I stifled the urge to punch him in the throat.