Many apologies, Grippers and Gripper readers! I'm on the road to writing a contracted 45k in 25 days, and I'm having kittens. Not even kittens, really. Massive gigantic adult lions. I'm giving birth to immense sabre-toothed tiger shifters, so they're not just sabre-toothed tigers at all. They're also men, and therefore double the size.
Yesterday, I had a meltdown so big I started eating my own duvet, before crying all over my keyboard and randomly stuffing my face with jelly turtles. This is an actual description of what happened, too, and not just an exaggeration. Which is why I'm not really writing a post at all.
I can't. I've got to save all of my words for the thing that's making me sit around in a big orange dress, hair unwashed, poo coming out green because of the serious jelly turtle addiction.
Go on without me. I'm a lost cause!