Gunning Gone AWOL

Hey y'all, I (Em) will not likely be updating much within the next few days as I have gone to Musical Theatre to kick ass and rock out on stage. If I have any time in which I am not performing, sleeping, or doing schoolwork, any and all writing I do will be relegated to me trying to update my Phantom story on fanfiction.net because I've made a new rule at Jackie's suggestion which in future will hopefully speed up my posting on ff.net but for now it has slowed me down because one day of delay in writing costs me that and more in posting speeds. This rule consists of me not posting any chapter on ff.net until I have at least the next two chapters written. Meaning, you will not see chapter 3 until chapter 5 is done. I cannot do this for my blogs as it will drive me mad, so this applies to fanfiction only. Blogs will be intermittent and whenever I can afford time to update. Therefore I leave any updating here to Jackie for the time being (don't worry she is very entertaining and Russian,) and AtP and the Chronicles of Sad will lie dormant for at least a week while I recover. (AtP will be updated more likely than the CoS because the CoS are just funny short things I put in whenever I have the time or inclination, so don't expect to see a lot of new updates on the CoS, especially not in the near future. I know Helena needs to take us all on a little trip to the Land of Backstory in order for us to get and insider's view of the Axis, and I have at least a paragraph started there, but please, the fanfiction needs my attention for now, also before Ruth hurts me for the delaying there. I also need to re-tool chapter three because I have Erik saying and doing things that are normally reserved for weepy old men, who sit in a dim corner holding an empty beer glass, mourning their pasts. Erik is none of these things. He must be cold, heartless, a ruthless killer (hee. Ruth-less.) except I tend to think he's mellowed after the Christine Fiasco. He's lonely, yes, a genius, yes, with a tender side if someone--anyone--woulkd love him, yes; but that is still a far cry in my mind from him sitting down with a tub of Ben and Jerry's while he sniffles over "An Affair to Remember" while he talks to his cat who's name is Muffin about how women are so confusing and Christine sent him mixed signals. (Don't tell me she is NOT the Past Mistress in the Art of Wishy-Washy-ness. She'll totally make out with Mr. Questionable Sideburns at the drop of hat and then turn around five minutes later and get her mack on with the Phantom of the Hotness. Then she insults both by pretending the hang-ups here are emotional and connected to her deep-seated "Daddy issues." Yeah--and I gave birth to a muskrat name Pierre.)
Anyhow I'll be back in a few days.
And thank you to the Anonymous Commentor! You have made my (our?) day(s?)! We need you and more of your kind to leave comments! I prefer the anonymous one to the ones from people I know, because the people I know are in a headlock from me who is shoving my writing down their throats and then extracting a compliment from their bums.