AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, for all the times I forgot, here's the disclaimer:
Dude, if I was Stephanie Meyer, I wouldn't be me. If I wasn't me, this story would never have been written and/or posted. And if this story wasn't written and/or posted, there would be no need for this not so clever and rambling disclaimer. Point in case: I DON'T OWN IT.
Now that that's taken care of…Okay, guys. I hereby declare this the OFFICIAL end of "My Son In Law's A WHAT?"
For now, at least. I admit, there are some more ideas buzzing around the empty space where my brain should be, but that doesn't mean there's anything worth writing for now. If there ever is, you guys will be the first to know.
For those of you who added me to your author alert, you're probably kind of ticked that I haven't written anything in a while. I've been reading and looking for some new material. My brain's a little burned out right now. But I think that I may have found a golden ticket with a series I was recommended.
It's called Outlander, and if you haven't started it yet…Do it now.
But for now, just know my brain's being difficult. Picture Bella kick starting her motorcycle for the first time. Get the point?
But I would like to thank you all, once again, for sticking with this story despite the grammatical errors and sometimes lack of common sense. It was a pleasure to see all the reviews, and it helped me get the words out.
I promise I didn't mean to make any of you cry. I had never DREAMED of it.
But, alas, this rambling author's note has come to an end. Keep a look out, and keep writing. It makes the world go round. 3
Until The Inspiration Bug Bites Again,