It really speaks to how uneventful today was when I can't think of a single thing to write about. I had terrible stomach troubles the whole time. Kind of weird, knowing that my baby niece was just born, but here I am, stuck in the bathroom praying for relief. It was torture, I tell you. Torture!
It prevented me from doing much of anything really. I just wanted sit back and watch the reviews roll in for my last update of Hotel Hearts. Technically not my last, but with the amount of effort I'm going to put into my epilogue, it might as well be--not to say that it's going to suck, but the story's finished. Don't get your hopes up for any crazy developments.
With another finished story under my belt, the question is: where do I go from here? Easy: finish my other ones. I wish I didn't start so many stories. But I gotta do what I gotta do.
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