I was going on auto-pilot earlier this evening, and my editors were otherwise engaged since I received the fruits of their efforts about five minutes after the latest episode of House of the Dragon.
How do I know that?
Well, besides the time stamp on the email, I waited until the end of the episode to check if the latest chapter had been returned yet. Within a minute or so of checking, it popped into existence. Pretty awesome.
So I went ahead and checked it out; amazingly enough, there were a little bit fewer corrections than usual. Hey, maybe I'm getting better, or I'm spending entirely too much brainpower thinking about how hard the producers of said show are working to not show a simple nipple from any of its stars. Really, they are using herculean efforts to hide the little bastards.
Oh well.
I've gone ahead and posted the new chapter, and it'll probably end up lumped in with the late-night chapters in the morning. So, if you are reading overnight here in the States or reading elsewhere in the world.
Um, enjoy.
-- Shinerdrinker
P.S. If you don't know already, I pretty much type what comes into my mind when I do these blogs — no need to worry about proper punctuation or spelling. Just bleed on the keyboard. Yep, I don't think I just type whatever comes into my happy little brain... boobies.
I am beginning to think I have to get back to my other hobby since I put it away for the weekend. Christ! That stuff is like morphine!
Tee hee.
--Shinerdrinker, again!