All I know is I have a headache from trying to be a creative genius and I haven’t been working all that long. I’m starting to think there may be an easier way to do this.

On top of it all I have a leaky bath room spout that is bothering me. It’s incessant dripping is eating away at my nerves, not to mention my pocket book. The fact that, that much water is going to waste at my expense is very bothersome.

I added Chapter 3! Give it a gander!

This way it will get a bigger following and hopefully catch the attention of someone.
I can’t post it as of yet, but it will be under Bog Juice and Lulu Baggins.

Thank you to all the support I’ve been getting through twitter and facebook.

Gremlyn put out a hand to stop Perrywinkle, “Some of them yes, but I must warn you, that there was an attack on Thorn Hollow. The Unseelie court has spilled into the human realms.”

“Dorian,” Perrywinkle gasped, pushing passed her friend and ran towards the palace. Her heart beat in her throat with each pounding step.

She had once asked him how he stayed so young and lived so long. He had said that it had been the Queen’s gift to him long ago. It had been when the Faerie Wars had spilled over into the human world. She had found him on the battlefield tending to humans, Seelie and Unseelie alike. She had said she admired his courage and kindness to all living things that she had asked him to come to Alfheimr and be the royal physician.

Matteo had been confused why she had need of a physician, but the Queen had smiled and slid a hand down her slightly rounded stomach, “Even a Queen of the Fae needs help bringing forth life.”

It was after the delivery of the Princess of the Seelie that Queen Melusine had blessed him with the choice of immortality, but should he ever tire of it he had the choice to wither away as all mortal beings do.

Perrywinkle with a moment to ponder this, frowned as another thought came into her head, “What about the King?”

“The King?” Matteo frowned and seemed to take more interest in the subject he was studying.

“Yes, we all have father’s. Where was Ethleen’s father in all of this? Surely he didn’t abandon the Queen when she
was pregnant,” Perrywinkle refused to believe the worst in anyone.

“He perished in the Faerie wars, he was one of the Seelie I had tended on the battlefield. One of the few that I had failed to save,” Matteo’s voice lowered in sadness.

Perrywinkle changed the subject after that, sensing the pain that the memory had caused the Doctor.

Uri turned, as if some unseen force pulled his mind away from the advancing Fric and saw Perrywinkle striding across the grass towards the Tower of Dreams.

Fric paused in mid-downward stroke when he saw Uri’s attention turn away, “Uri, come on brother, every morning it’s the same. Are we ever going to finish a duel?”

Uri of course, like every morning ignored Fric’s complaints, dropped his sword and began to weave through the expectant girls towards only one.

Fric rolled his eyes upwards and sighed, “Like a moth to a flame.”

But it’s started… and now with all the frustrating yelling from him, I’m getting frustrated and I can’t think so creativity is shot for the night. Writer Blocked by World of Warcraft. Bah

So… I’m going to have to figure out exactly what my next move… any suggestions would be however GREATLY appreciated.