Flesh Market has left the building!
Now I don’t know what to do with myself.
I pretty much ate, drank, and slept FM for the past three months. It feels very strange not to be immersed in that world. Breaking free of those emotions isn’t going to be easy, especially where the story ends on more of a HFN than a HEA. (Don’t worry, I have more in store for those boys, including a resolution to something that is still troubling Julian at the end of FM.)
I did find an excellent video of a hip hop routine that I’m going to use for inspiration for the Christmas story, and while lazing around in the bathtub, I’ve started patting a scene into shape that will be based off of it. Maybe I’ll do a bit of that tonight. Or maybe I’ll just watch reruns of Game of Thrones.
Or I could do housework.
Who am I kidding? Where’s the popcorn.