Kayso. I really, really really need to come up with a readable version of Hex, in a fairly short amount of time (by October, and that’s quite a bit to ask, considering I’ve never re-read any of it and some freaky people assigned me all these stupid things before I go to this weirdo killjoy writer’s conference). So! I will be bleh you’re prolly not reading this agh whatever. My ghost-writer—or, the person I’m ghost-writing for, I don’t know what you’d call them, the person who gets the credit—is just going to do the speaking part. I have to come up with the writing.

If I owe you a post...
Um. A "Creed" song comes to mind here.

That means you.