I need help, please. *hopeful look*

[moon_dancing]

I need a beta reader to work with me on the last chapter of What Dreams Will Come.

I have a portion written and would very much like it read over before I continue. But I need more than just a beta reader, I need someone who would be willing to discuss it with me. And of course be okay with reading the last chapter in parts and knowing things.

Anyone? Please?


Edit: In addition to Mands, who of course, is quite lovely and wonderful at beta reading my work. *grins*

Comments

[moon-dancing.livejournal.com]

*laughs* I didn't see this before I emailed you the second time. I'm actually about to head for bed, I have to be up early for work tomorrow (it's one of my friends/co-workers for the past SEVEN years last day!)

I should be around tomorrow night. I don't really see myself going out or doing much, so just check for me on AIM or MSN or email me or something. *laughs*

*loves* You're the best.

[white-tulips.livejournal.com]

Firstly, I'm sweating like a fiend because it's fucking hot here in New York. My feet are clammy and gross. ...because of course you needed to know that. Sorry, lol.

And in terms of sleeping, I ended up going to bed at like 3 last night, but couldn't fall asleep and just dozed until 7:30 when I finally decided that sleep just wasn't going to happen, so I got up and have been awake ever since. Except for my four-hour nap that apparently took my mom half an hour to wake me up from. Stupid jetlag.

[moon-dancing.livejournal.com]

Feeling the same way here. Do you have the horrid humidity to go with it? Gaah. It sucks.

Crazy girl. You're sounding like Christy now. *laughs*

[white-tulips.livejournal.com]

Aaah, New York is like the KING/QUEEN of summer humidity. I love the city, but I absolutely HATE being around during the summer. Because apart from the heat and the humidity, we also have those stupid smoke pipes that are sometimes on the street (like by Bloomingdale's. It's ALWAYS there) and buses that blow smoke and gross fumes into your already sweaty face. Plus, it's sticky. Plus plus, we live in the ninth floor, so the heat rises. And I don't like to leave my AC on during the day because it's a waste of energy, so my room is like the fucking Sahara.

Oh my god, I know. I still haven't gotten into a normal sleeping schedule. I've been going to bed around 3 every night since I got home.