Intermission; or, This is About Me in Real Life and is Not Fiction

I saw Arkngard's response to my post.

It hurt.

A lot.

I can't believe the guy's such a jerk.

But the worst part was that final line:

Seven days

Like, what? Is he threatening me?

I'm seriously scared, guys.

On the upside, though, I can incorporate this anxiety into my fiction and make it stronger, more visceral, more urgent (especially since I apparently now have a time limit).

I'll be ready.