There will be a real post later today and one at Mad Genius Club too. Right now, I’m running to an appointment… however, I want to make this very clear:
If I find out one of you jokers sent my characters to wake me this morning, that joker will be DEAD. That’s dead with a capital Malice.
I should have wakened up at six thirty, so I could do the posts before the appointment but I thought “another ten minutes” which probably would be another ten minutes, except that I swear I kept dreaming I was waking. WORSE I dreamed I was awakened by my space opera characters, one after the other.
If you men think you’d love to be awakened by Athena, revise your dreams. No, seriously. She stands at the foot of the bed and glares. And taps her foot.
Lucius is worse. I’d forgotten he was raised as a nobleman. I got the raised eyebrow and the “you’re falling down on the job” “Now, Sarah, really!”
And Nat… People who train recruits should not wake me.
So, due to the fact that I was “awakened” every five minutes, I got up an hour late.
It’s the characters’ fault. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Even if I can feel Athena glaring at the back of my head.