Stranded...

This writer is sad. 

For a few reasons. One, I'm tired and my waffles were not as yummy as usual. 

But mostly it's because I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but I'm not sure how to get to it. Ok, so the analogy is flawed. It's a tunnel, I should be able to get to the end, but just like, maybe a light in a labyrinth? Yes. (?) 

The thing is, I haven't gotten feedback for my book in over three chapters. The last time I went that long without someone telling me what they thought was the first three chapters, last summer. Had I continued writing chapter nine without rewriting chapter eight (happened after people had qualms with the first draft of it), the book would have been very different. So I'm a little stressed. 

Panicked. 

Freaking out completely. 

I'm just really sad because none of my readers are reading. Fay has no computer for the next week or two, Jilly is in Alaska, and Miles and Britt are.... ? Not sure bout those last two.

They're... unresponsive. 

This is a plea. If any of the aforementioned people are reading this, know that I'm lost. My life would suck without you, and the book will suck terribly without you. 

Key here: feedback. 

If I don't get some soon, I'm going to write a point-by-point summary and kill off everyone with lasers and sharks (thanks to Joe Zissman for that suggestion). 

Be warned.