I guess I could blame drugs, everyone blames drugs... but I don't do drugs, so I guess that would be pretty silly to blame. I'll blame games this time. Yeah, games... like... World of Warcraft which steals a certain amount of my day and Oblivion which swallows entire days and spits me out the next morning with a vague memory of having forgotten to sleep.
Anyways, I guess that's silly to blame as well because my devotion to games is like my devotion to any other inanimate thing... quite limited.
I can of course blame mental instability. It's not like I'm suffering from insanity or anything, no... I am enjoying it fully. It is however quite annoying with all those doctors and such squawking in some strange medical language they hope you won't understand, trying to make it sound like they know anything whatsoever. Which they don't, but that is a completely different point.
Oh yes, point. I was supposed to have a point. Uhm... chapter seven of Creation of Nemo is (on its way) up, eight is written and edited and waiting for posting, but I'm withholding it for just a moment longer to see the look on your face, or verbal abuse in my inbox whatever which ever. Oh, and although I have written a lot of other stuff I don't seem to find the inspiration to create any finished or in some cases even finishable stories. If I do, I'll get it up as soon as possible.
Now, to speak shortly of the future of Nemo... at some point in Creation of Nemo (no, we are definitely not there yet) he will reach a plateau. This will be the point were he has adapted to his new life, riches and possibilities. At this point there will be fewer surprises, and the Creation of Nemo will be considered finished. It will however NOT be the end of the adventures - Nemo and his family will be further described in other stories. Also at some point in Creation of Nemo, there will be some further sex.
Or at least that's the plan. You know few things ever go as planned. Don't blame me, I just write what the voices in my head told me to shut up about.