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

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.......
Isn't it glorious? Look out Dean here I come! You always look good in bruises. By the way anyone know how to get hold of a certain soundtrack on the cheap? I write better to music.....when was the deadline again?
Right research here I come, then writing full steam ahead, so many ways to whump Dean, so little time to do it in *G*
Buckle up it's gonna be a bumpy ride.....Yeehay!
Right everyone after me.......dat-de dat,dar, de daaaaaa!!!!!!