This little post appeared on my Eclipse Court site and part of it on my Kyrus Talain book site, but I liked it as a separate piece of work, so here it is again!
There  will be a post tonight!  Yes, indeed!  On this site!  The words are  still flowing and I am still catching some of them.
Because of a  minor accident fire/explosion/sinking/mistake in  the  plot of this ongoing drilling project novel,  our emergency  crews fearless  author has been called to attend to the plot-gushing   environmental disaster of the century fiddly little cleanup   details.Exterminate! Exterminate! Warning,   warning Will Robininson! The Seaview is going down! Hull-breech imminent   Captain.  The Time Tunnel is collapsing! The two astronauts will never   make it home to our time! Uncle Martin put that antenna down! We   apologize for the leakage of any other plots onto your screen and will Resistance  is futile have this little leak fixed whenever she ponies up the  fikken words to plug it!  in no  time at all. Mother stop honking  at traffic policeman  do you want to get me arrested?
There  has been a crippling disaster minor problem discovered, deep in the  buried posts of EC which will lead to some major revisions to plug a seven month hole teensy  little revisions in the plot.  Everything is fine up to post 243 and then we experience a massive fucking entropy-spewing hole  where the platform burned down,  fell over and sank into the ocean little blip spewing  oily words in all directions like dying birds until our ceaselessly working engineers put a cap on it spin writer can come up with a lovely story about how hard  we are working to fucking fix  it! Correct our little problem.  Please note the engaging colours on the surface of the water.  Pretty, just like soap bubbles.  Not a deadly, life  and book sucking horror.  Everything from Post 250 onward should be fine.
   We should be caught up over this  weekend. With the flippin’ car crippled and on two  wheels, my scissor jack squashed under the parts car and only a bicycle  to get my son to freakin’ camp this weekend… We have a whole  week in which to flop around like deranged jellyfish access our  brilliant think-tank and come up with a smoothly sliding seamless  solution.
  Stay tuned for our very own Update from the Gulf of Words!
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