Well, looky there. I’m up to 6,658 words on Arcane Solutions now and the night’s not over yet. Yay!

Tiny excerpt:

“Don’t panic. Go on up, we’ll see if we can figure out what’s going on.”

Throwing a scowl over my shoulder, I said, “I’m not panicking. I just said I don’t like this situation.”

“Okay. Would you start climbing?” Nick poked me in the back.

“Hey! No touching.”

“Is that a prejudice thing?”

“It’s a psychic thing,” I huffed, stepping up. “I sometimes pick stuff up when I touch things or people. Or if they touch me without warning.”

“Oh. Sorry.” The shifter was silent for a few seconds. “Damn, that must make sex impossible.”

Um, yeah. It’s going. Hehe.

In other news, I put up a new page and suffered Dr Pepper withdrawals all day long.

Those suck, just in case you were wondering.  The Storm Adept has ventured out and will be returning with some bubbling brown, sugary goodness for me, so my suffering’s nearing its end.

And that is all.

Wait! No it’s not!

My birthday’s just seven days away, and I’ve made a wish.