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A.N. (Author's Note) n2

Ok. I know my latest one was recent, but hear me out.
So first things first- I just got a laptop, so I'll definitely be more active. Personally, I think I write better curled up in bed and on a keyboard than on my desktop or my tablet.
Secondly, I'm thinking of starting an RP blog. Not a great idea, but I'm working on it. Maybe it'd be just straight fantasy centred.
Ok... story updates!

The Mental Link
Part 4 is just out! Really excited. Now to wait 5 months before writing the next part! 😝

Interrogation
See first A.N. (scroll down for the link)

The First Trio
See above

The Lady in the Mirror
Ok, so part 3 is still... in the works. I've been having big problems lately with author's block, sadly. Don't expect much.

SNEAK PEEK- Stories coming out soon?

The Guild Series
Forget it.

Inter-Dimensional Heroes
I'm still trying to wrangle the co-creators.

Fifteen
No, not a story about teen angst. I'll see if I have the courage to post it.

Dear Alien
I'm really excited to release this one. I was digging through old stories and found the draft for this one and thought, Yep! I gotta do this. Actually, I have a friend who keeps pestering me like, [My Name]! What about that really cool story about the girl and the aliens? I loved it and I really want to read it...
So yeah. [Friend's anme], here ya go. It's getting released soon.
(And you should know who you are)

Here's the link!
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