(Revising the story~ A little torn about it, but I'm saving the whole manuscript as I go.)
If I had to put one word up in my office, it would be "Get lost."
I was supposed to take things calmly and handle everything with ease, but now I'm scrambling around, crawling and rolling.
I kindly ask work and everything else to roll away, nice and round. Even if hardship keeps provoking me, I'll fluff myself up and roll right back to work.
The second book has a different focus, so enjoy it while you can.
There's a promotional version of a human-shaped, self-propelled sword-wielding Sword Venerable; a behind-the-scenes big shot quietly saving the world; half-finished, synthesized seafood that can be carved up at will; a basic maintenance team with prison retirement benefits; and a spoiled brat whose reckless antics are matched by a steady, Beagle-like personality.
Lately, my dream has probably been to transfer to a laid-back team where I can slack off until retirement. Who could have guessed that my actual work and goals would be completely different?
Ahhhh! ! ! Why are there only 12 chapters? ! Not enough to see! Update soon! A story is not over yet [cry][cry][cry]