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The Hiatus is over.

Hello!
  Long time right?  Well, I mentioned awhile back that I typed the end (figuratively) on Death Knows My Name and I have been really dragging my arse on edits and revisions.  Blah blah blah, all that writery stuff that makes us sound busy and important that just boils down to us changing shit around.  Okay, I am trying to remember the point of this post...
  Ah well, who needs a point?  NOT ME!  I took a new position at work that I thought would give me time to finish and do all my writery stuff.  Boy was I wrong.  I have been running around like a chicken with her head cut off that doesn't wanna be plucked for dinner!  *looks around concerned*  Have I mentioned that I am deliriously sleep deprived?  I am.  SO if this post is a little pointless and rambly...that is why.

To make up for the crazy of this post I will post a snippet of something I just cut. 
How I knew Eric wasn’t here, I don’t know. I did know it though. My skin wasn’t on fire the way it always was when he came around. Whenever he was in the same room with me it felt like a comfortable fire is glowing and shedding warmth on me. I was getting sappy I know but I couldn’t help how I felt. I would never admit this to Eric, Devon or anyone but I was willing to admit it to myself.

Completely awe{ful}some, right?
Thanks for sticking with me through this post.  I am going to go grab me some much needed sleep.
Keep reading and keep writing.
Casse