After the Calling

I might have broken wordpress. If anyone is prompted for a password on any page just leave a comment anywhere and I’ll fix it.

Alright, here is what is happening. Ten Years Prior is ruining everything. I was going to double update it in an attempt to finish it faster because I hate it. But since I hate it, I can’t finish it faster. Part VIII, I finished. Part IX is off running naked through the forest, high on shrooms or something, and I just can’t deal with that idiot right now. Despite my wanting TYP to be over and done with forever ago, actually trying to finish it makes me want to punch my computer in the face, so I needed to abandon it for a minute while I spent some time slamming my head into a wall. I really tried to do what I was trying to do but I just had to stop trying because I couldn’t do it.

What I am going to do, however, probably won’t work. It will probably confuse you. It will probably screw up everything, but if I don’t do it, I’m going to have to stab something, because Ten Years Prior has officially driven me insane.

In order to stem the insanity, I am resuming the main story while also finishing up TYP. If this is just really terrible form, and you all want me to just do one thing at a time, I can chill. Just putting out Betray All: Part I is making me feel better. I can glide for a minute on Betray All: Part I and chill out for long enough to force myself to finish TYP, which only has 4ish updates left to its name, and then a kind of epilogue thingy that extends the timeline a bit for more, possibly superfluous, background. BUT if it all is cool, I can continue to do dual updates until TYP is done and then go on about my merrily.

The problem is that I have taken pictures for Betray All up to Part III, where I’ve only taken pictures up to the pictures you see on the site for Ten Years Prior, despite many fruitless attempts to remedy that (seriously, I’ve taken not one TYP picture since my teaser post). Betray All is taunting me. TAUNTING ME. I’ve done too much. But now that I’ve done the much, I have to release the much – veritably striking it from my consciousness through its passage into the interneted strata – or else it will sit on my brain like a toilet seat and drive me loony and next thing you know I’ll be cutting off my ear and gifting it to prostitutes. Except I’m not an artist, and it’s already been done, so that act of crazy wouldn’t be history, it would just. be. crazy.

I’m sorry, I’m having a bit of a moment. I don’t want to be an adult anymore. And wordpress is glitching my face off. And Ten Years Prior is the death of me. And my laptop ate my Velvet Goldmine dvd, over which I’m having a slight emotional crisis. And I left my copy of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies in another country and am willing to swim the Atlantic to go get it. And it has been brought to my attention that I a much better at first person fiction writing than I am at third person fiction, and this new awareness has basically ruined my life. RUINED MY LIFE. But feel free to tell me to reign in my lunacy. Really. Feel free.

DUAL UPDATE!! They are both abominably long.