Friends, Romans, Fl*sters, As I sit here wibbling gently to myself....I want to point  you in the direction of the posts of the last two days.  Starting with Epic Flailing, moving to the second part Epic Panic, I feel it is only right to end my little spn_reversebang trilogy on a hopeful note *G*

I have contacted my artist, thrown myself upon her mercy, and then begged her forgiveness. If only to get her ready for when I howl dementedly, and chew the wall paper in my bedroom (usually the bit behind the bed, Steve only decorated this year).  I have discovered, she is a lovely, kind, and generous soul, who can really draw! And the poor woman got landed with me. I'm sure we will all join together to offer her our sympathy, and possibly lots of alcohol.

In my usual fashion when I embark on one of these challenges, I have scaled the heights of elation! (imagine Dean in the Slice Girls....you know which scene, and climbing without a rope too.) plumbed to the depths of despair (We're talking the last moments of No Rest For the Wicked, or at Death's Door people).  And I have come out the other side stronger....well ok I've stopped sitting in the corner, humming Carry On My Wayward Son over and over!

I have ideas.....I have a plot......I have characters.....I even have the urge to write.....and I'll say this quietly..... a little het....... I know! (thanks to The Doctor, bless you Eleventy for that!)....Well in the spirit of that venerable member of the Time Lord race.......