Just a Few Things

The thing is, in the last week, my entire life got pulled up by the roots, twirled around some Hagrid-sized being's head, and thrown down again on the grass, left to its own devices to re-root and work all the biology shit out all by its lonesome.

BTW, my life is a tree apparently.

Fortunately, I am apparently quite adept at gardening, and I like to think that for the time being, all is mostly as it should be again. 

Thank-you for your patience, and I shall endeavor to get this chapter finished as quickly as possible.

If I have been grouchy with anyone around here or on tumblr, I am sorry. 

AND, I hope you all enjoyed "Snaps." I don't really know where that came from. I had the idea for Snaps being about James's heart condition (lol, not literally) rather than the delicious treat for some time, but I was walking along and the rest of the story just sort of came to me, so I scribbled it up and posted it, and I am just glad that you liked it. 

For those of you who think it's deterring me from writing Chapter 32, however, fear not. I was having a bit of a... well... dry spell (see Lily circa Chapter 19). Going 24 hours without writing anything creative is really unheard of for me, so the fact that I went several days was thoroughly displeasing. But "Snaps" sort of got me in a mode again, and I wrote a bunch over the last two days, so hopefully, I'm back on track.

So on to nicer things: here's some stuff I can tell you about Chapter 32.

Bridget Shacklebolt makes a return.

Marlene and Prudence have a chat.

Donna helps Marlene with something.

Donna, Lily, and--to a lesser degree--Remus have crises of conscience.

James has a touch of insecurity.

Sirius has a touch of angst. 

(And yet somehow this is a rather upbeat chapter).

There's a reference to Chapter 24 that made me go "AWWWW" when I wrote it (and puppies rejoiced).

Puppies won't be rejoicing on the Quidditch Pitch.

Puppies will be at least moderately pleased in the Head student office.

And for anyone freaking out about threats of sex scenes: I can't write anything graphic to save my liiife. I think of Allison Janney in "Ten Things I Hate About You" and I just can't. I'm a fade-to-black kind of girl. (Not that there's anything fade-to-blacky going on in Chapter 32... (I don't know yet, actually), but I felt I should touch on this.)

Much love to everyone, and thank-you for the feedback on "Snaps," which I just checked and has 51 reviews. Oh my god, you guys, thank you!

Have a wonderful, wonderful day/night/whatever.

Love,

Jules

P.S. what the hell? Excerpt?

“Well,” she began stiffly, “I suppose—rubbish as it is—I’m sympathetic.”
 “To... Shelley?”
 “No, not to Shelley. She’s a stupid bint.”