I liked it.
That's all you get, Anti-K. Oh, I could write more. I could have this as a word document and coo at every line, desperately trying to express with a fraction of your skill for words just how much I liked it, how I was drowning in this world with every line. I could admit how slowly I read this, letting the vision play out in my mind, savoring phrases, devouring hints, feeling every nuanced emotion you so eloquently described.
But I will not. Because right now, I'm flopped on the floor, kicking and screaming in a toddler's tantrum. Because I came to the end of the part. Because I am not five parts ahead. Because I know that on your computer, you have so much more, and that I am stuck waiting with my tongue out underneath a faucet, parched and yearning for one more drop of water that won't come for another week.
Susan, who wants more NOW!
