*Warning, kinda rambly and random for the next three paragraphs that aren't really paragraphs but I'm digressing so just read*
I'm currently typing this and publishing it at almost 2AM. I just finished typing up Lovefool Pt. 1, and I'm going to start thinking about what will happen in Pt. 2. I don't know why I tend to plan my stories chapter by chapter instead of planning them all out beforehand, but I think I like it better this way because it leaves room for flexibility. Also, I didn't really want to start this with "oh yeah I'm back", because I never really left. I just hadn't updated in a month because nothing hit me.
Oh, and I changed the "adult content" rating because I don't plan on having nudity or overly descriptive lurve-making sessions (I'm horrible at describing those), so the only "adult" part would be the extensive swearing (thank you, Ella), which anyone above the age 12 has probably heard, seen, thought of, or used on one or more occasion. Just in case though, I made sure to put up content warnings.
Anyway, remember when I mentioned in the first paragraph that I didn't update because nothing hit me? That's okay, go ahead and re-read the last portion of it because I didn't remember it either. What can I say, I'm tired. I always seem to do my blogging late at night. Why brain? Whyyyyyyyyyy? WHYYYYYYYYYYY?
So, as I was saying...I didn't have any idea about what the next update should be until I went to bed one night and thought to myself "man, how great would it be if I could just sleep for a living? Or better yet, what if I just told everyone I ran off to Las Vegas and became a professional drag queen, but secretly I'm just spending most of my time sleeping?" Yeah it didn't make sense, and I'm already a girl, but whatever and I'M DIGRESSING AGAIN HOLY GEEZ.
So, the drag-queen story above gave life to this little character:
|Mark Filroy, at your service!|
Oh, and I cut out the scenes of Ella actually meeting her father's family and the ill-fated dinner, because it didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. However, since I realize I cheated you guys out of meeting her "other family", I'll show you the picture of one important family member: Tiffany Pinciotti.
|So much poise.|
|For some odd reason, this is the only shot I have of her. Eh, oh well.|
|It must be genetic.|
So...how was that for commentary? Ahahha, better luck next time...preferably when I'm not as drowsy.
Till next time,