For the most part I can powerhouse through and finish things; it's not a matter of inspiration (though it always helps). But with this story I feel like...I shouldn't force it in any way. It grew like wildfire over the course of seven months, shifting into place like a rubiks cube -- but I was too busy to write any of it. I am wondering if the inspiration sprung itself from that harried exhaustion, and I am hoping that it is not so.

PS Is someone posting too often for your liking? Too capped? MAYBE SOMEONE ISNT CONCERNED ABOUT ANNOYING PEOPLE OH SNAPZ