Hey folks!

Bronode, RoMS, and I have been working super hard to get this chapter done. I had it completed a few weeks ago, then real life decided to completely eat up all of our collective freetime. So we've been editing 18 piecemeal, but I plan on having it finalized by Monday. Sorry for the long wait!

~Heartshine

Speak chapter 18 is with the editors! Yay!

Chapter 3 is coming soon! I should have it ready by Friday! EEEEE!

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I am not very good with words.

... Perhaps I should amend that a bit. I am very good with typing words. I am not very good with speaking them. Especially when they are words that I need to say to express myself about how I am thinking. How I am feeling. How I... am.

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So yes I'm doing the thing that is probably mildly insane and picking up a second project. No, that doesn't mean I'm dropping Speak. In fact, I try to make time to open Speak up at least 2-3x per day so Threnody can judge me for not writing more of 18. Or rather for not writing it as quickly as I would like.

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So... folks have been asking about why the most recent chapter - soon to be chapters - are numbered as X.something. Originally, I had this grand, sweeping idea of writing chapter 18 in 8 subchapters for... reasons that will be revealed when I finally post chapter 18. However, after completing 2 of the sub-chapters, and starting a 3rd... and asking for help from my editor, Somber, and my roommate, who prereads for me and was the creator of Bubblegum... I realised I had bitten off way more than I

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I awoke this morning with an echo in my head. Well, two really: one of a trio of songs that my brain fused together in a strange and disconcerting way that made sense at first, only to terrify me later. The other a simple phrase. Just one that has decided to permeate my psyche for the rest of the day, and no amount of distractions, conversations, or stimulant medications has been able to dislodge from my head. Which in some ways makes me wonder if something plucked a heartstring of my soul.

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Now I am two - myself, and this other you call 'my lady'. For she is here as truly as I am now, though once she was only a veil over me. She walks in the castle, she dresses herself, she takes her meals, and she thinks her own thoughts. If she has no power to heal, or to quiet, still she has another magic. - from Peter S. Beagle's The Last Unicorn

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