Wanda Is Lost Again

Ah, yes.

You have reached the humble (and a far cry from famous) abode of . . . me. Of course I know you. Aren't you the one they say has come to fulfill the prophecy? 

Yes, the prophecy. 

What is it, you say? Well, my dear, the prophecy is that you have long been destined to come by here and partake of laughter and (since I'm accursed with honesty I suppose I must say) strife. 

Fear not, I am neither good, nor evil.

Simply a lunatic. 

Chapters are to be served promptly whenever I serve them, and you are not to be late. 
There is no bedtime just like there is no chairtime or couchtime. 
Only laughtime, crytime, and getmadattheauthortime. 

And no, we absolutely cannot leave the votes out, or they'll be cranky in the morning. You must also remember to give the reads some comments for breakfast or they'll be cranky, too. 

What? Where do I keep the endings? 

Ha! 

If I told you that, you'd have to kill me. 

Wait. 

I think I said that wrong.

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you love me and you love my books
you love me and you love my books
you love me and you love my books

no I'm not hypnotizing you

you love me and you love my books
you love me and you love my books
😵‍💫

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I enjoy writing fantasy and sky-fye and sneak off to Wattpad to work on secret projects in between working on my to-be-published works. I'm also lost. Again.