Apologies, my dear readers. I know last week should have been another episode of My Imaginary Boyfriend. I also know I failed to even acknowledge the complete lack of post that day.
I have a job at Chick-Fil-A now. Did I forget to mention that? Sorry, lovely readers. Also, my cat died of cancer on Monday. Then the church called us about a stray kitten dropped off and did we want a new one now? Not to mention I am a senior in high school who is directing two plays, won a ticket to a local writer's conference, AND has officially applied to a college with three more to go.
The flip-flops of my life are running a marathon. The rest of me is struggling to keep up.
I would love to say I'm sorry, now here you go, enjoy the episode. That was my plan, all week. That was my plan last night. Up until 9:56 PM, with less than five minutes to bedtime, after an eight-hour workday and Chemistry homework, I spent nearly an hour staring at the blinking little typing-line on my blank white screen with no idea what to write.
I browsed my playlists. I put out a call for help in my writer's group. I read Stacia's old blog posts about Conductive.
I still have not a word of episode eight written.
So I'm sorry, dear lovely readers. But it looks like Rykel will have to wait for one more week. In the meantime, we have a book review, my senior photos, and a personal note from yours truly coming up in the week ahead.
Hopefully by this time next week I will be enjoying - not freaking out through - my first writer's conference while you can all finally read the next scene in the adventures of Rykel and Emily Rachelle.