My heart was racing as I posted it. This was how I used to feel, my fingers numb, my heart racing as I uploaded the chapter to FF.net. I would feel the tingle of anticipation and the eagerness to know what my readers thought. I’m that nervous right now and that worried and convinced that I’m terrible and even though I spent four days to make sure I written something of quality, I still worry that I will be hated or called names… which, frankly, was really heart breaking. I wanted this chapter to be good and I took my time with it and I’m still writing the rest. I had promised myself I would not write the crazy long chapters as I had with The Ever Secret Diary of Sirius Black and so I decided to stop when I’d hit 10 pages in Word. I thought that I was being selfish waiting until I’d finished the engagement party scene. I thought, "No!, Amalynne, share it now. Share the 10 pages, you owe them that." I owe them all, especially that one person, however horrible and lovely they may be (girl, you called me a bleeding bitch once and I haven’t forgotten that). Wattpad and FF.net have been updated with the famed tale: http://www.wattpad.com/user/AmalynneO and https://www.fanfiction.net/~amalynneolivier. I'm sure I'll have snarkier things to say throughout the week, but frankly, I'm exhausted. I'm all tingly still and close to an epic hurl. I might mind cleanse with some John Stewart or something, I don't know. It needs to be mind flushing.
This was the way I imagined Sirius when I first started writing him almost a decade ago:
This was the way I imagined Sirius when I first started writing him almost a decade ago:
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