Okay, let me start out by saying, I'm sucked at updates this week. Sucked like a pack of straws. Like a Dyson vacuum cleaner (better suction than a Hoover. See what working for a high-end department store does for you? *makes 'Loser' sign at self*). Like a Jim Carrey comedy. And for that, I apologize profusely. That said, let me move on. *makes another 'Loser' sign at self*
Buuuuuut, Holy Dear God, folks! When the Muse decides we haven't written enough, she lets us know. Anissa and I will be out-of-town until Sunday night (Anissa's birthday weekend: Hyatt Regency for a night and Ripley's and Wonderworks, plus dinner out) after posting later this morning, but what a massive chapter we've left for you. When Your Angels Can't Sing tops out at 7,349 words and fourteen pages. And alot of ground gets covered.
Now I can't wait to get the next chapter, Belief , started. Just a couple more chapters until Act Five. That's it, two or three tops.
Now for our little spoiler, with someone we haven't seen in a bit...
Alright, see you guys around 12!