Okay Listen…

 It’s after 11 at night, and I’m writing. And I just wrote Levi. Because you know, like I said (pretty sure I said it), this book will be as much about Levi and Donovan, and Dutch and Patel, as it is about Sullivan and Carter.

So yeah, Levi is on screen here. Talking and stuff. And I can’t handle it. I mean, it’s already fucking with me. I cannot wait for this book to be finished so we can talk about it.

I can’t wait.

This is the reason we have waited and waited and waited…

Hidden Scars is the reason we needed to wait, because I’m literally writing along, tapping them keys all carefree and shit then something drops. A Bomb. A secret (you know how I love those) and it’s like aww shiiit!

I’m tearing up while I type.

See? Tears.

Why do you do this to me?

So yeah.

I give you backstory. Everybody’s backstory. Fuck, girl, I give you every goddamn thing up in this book. And you know, this past week I have been hating this fucking book, because it’s all a jumbled convoluted mass of suck. And I’ve been hating it. Writing, but still hating it, and then the secret creeps up and drops on my head and I’m all…

Aww shizzz, I luh this book!

See what I did there?

Pretty sure I’ll hate it again soon, but stick with me.

I got you.