A hand slams on a desk.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she pushes herself up from where she had been face-desking amongst the manifestation of virtual school work piles and looks up, blinking blearily.
"Huh? Whu? Update? What?" She rubs her eyes and sighs. "Yeah, I'll be writing the next chap little by little. But don't get your hopes up too much, college is killing me.
And when I'm mentally tired, trying to words that make sense is too much and I just want to relax and rest my brain either through sleep or entertainment. The scene, what I want to convey, is in my head and damn is it long. A chapter is not a short drabble, it takes time. It takes even more time when school is clawing at my mental battery.
If you happen to know/follow me in other social media (doubt it?) and noticed I posted some long one-shot or whatever, chances are that I wrote that quite a few months ago and it just had been gathering dust until I decided to let it fly.
But hey, writing this in this way is like a warm up. I'll be adding more on the unfinished next chapter once this conference I'm "listening" to is done."
And with that, she stretches. She glances annoyed at the teacher on screen and wondering how he got into blood types in Italy of all places, then finally presses the final period in this post.