Roger Here!

Roger here!

And here’s a question i’ve been waiting to ask.

How long does it take to write a new chapter?

Oof that’s a tough question. Sometimes a day, sometimes a week. I used to have a fairly good schedule but the last half of the year with Thanksgiving, Christmas, etc. makes it really hard to get things done on time.

Writing so much isn’t always the problem though, editing is a huge part of it and sometimes as I’m proof reading and editing I find something I don’t like and have to rewrite a few things. It all comes down to finding time which as a wife and mother isn’t always easy. My kids are still fairly little so working around that and the pile up of household chores can be daunting.

Hope this answers your question!

Alright, I’m ready to announce my life update and it unfortunately will probably push The Yellow Rose back to a later date. I apologize.

There’s no easy way to put this and I’m a blunt sort of person so: I have had a miscarriage. I’ve been pregnant for 10 weeks now and it was confirmed this week that I’ve had what’s called a missed or silent miscarriage. Baby died at 7 weeks 2 days. I’ve been horribly ill with this pregnancy and in the hospital with IV’s and medications and weekly vaccines just to keep me alive and, aggravatingly, the hospital refused to do an ultrasound saying because I wasn’t bleeding or cramping baby must be fine. Baby, was in fact, not fine…

Currently my husband, Greg, and I are waiting for my body to move things along naturally as that would be the best course of action for my body with my heart rate being garbage now and how weak my body is. Meaning, it may not respond well to the medications to help pass a silent miscarriage. I do have a d&c scheduled but for now… I’m home… just waiting for things to pass naturally and if that sounds morbid to you I just imagine how I feel just waiting for my dead child to leave my body…

So, for now, I’m taking a breather. It’s a prayer day after day of just hoping my body starts the process.

I have loved and missed you guys so much and missed writing and responding to you all. I cannot wait till I’m well enough to put myself into writing again. Or even editing for that matter. It’s hard when I want to do it to distract myself but I can’t sit up long without my heart rate going up to 110 (I have been diagnosed with a condition called POTS. It’s not fun but not lethal.)

Thank you for your continued patience. I promise The Yellow Rose will be back as soon as I can sit up and edit and type.

Sincerely,

Kamiko

James: *Still in a total panic* What if he dies?! What am I going to do? *hits his knees, crying* What am I supposed to do… Ed, what do I do?

*puts hand on James’ shoulder* Hey, you need to calm down. I know your worried about Edward but you need to calm down. Edward wouldn’t want you to panic, would he? I swear we will find who did this and we will get our revenge, but we can’t do that if you keep freaking out here. I promise everything will be ok.

James: *Hyperventilating* I… I know… he’s just everything to me… we just got married… He’s everything to me… my husband… he’s my husband…! *trying to remain calm*

James and Edward, you two doing okay right now?

Without spoiling for the next chapter, I don’t write without a guaranteed HEA but for now? No, no they’re not alright. And it’s going to get worse before it gets better, for everyone. A sneak peak sounds needed so here’s a few lines from the upcoming chapter.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!!! YOU’RE ONE OF THEM!!!” James screamed, ragged, out of breath, tears down his face. It takes several medics to hold him back from tearing into the smaller diesels form.

“B-But… Edward is my fri-“

“DON’T YOU DARE SAY HIS NAME!!” James spat venomously, “YOU KEEP MY HUSBAND’S NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!! IT’S YOUR FAULT HE’S LIKE THIS!!!” The read engine breaks into sobs, angry and broken, “IF HE DIES IT’S ON YOUR HEAD!!”

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“Gordon…” The Flying Scotsman slowly moved closer to the large, blue engine, “Gordon, we have to go now.”

For a long time, the stoic express engine said nothing. He simply kept his eyes on the violet tank engine on the rails in front of him. Camille slept soundly, sedated, a mix of both medical equipment and tools from the engineers nearby. Her face no longer looked pained, but the idea of leaving her behind didn’t feel optional.

Scot swallowed, “Gordon… I know this has to be painful for you, but Sir Topham Hatt needs all healthy engines to move out. This safe house he has is ready for you, James, Emily, and I. Toby and Henrietta are already there.”

Still he’s met with silence.

“Please, brother. She’ll be safe here.”

“How can you be so sure?” It was the first time he’d heard his brother’s voice since leaving Tidmouth hours ago, “If I had just stayed by her side, she would be coming with us. If I leave, who knows what’s going to happen.”

“Sir Topham Hatt-“

“Sir Topham Hatt is nothing compared to Diesel 10! What makes him, a human, think he can stop a rouge engine??” Gordon grit his teeth angrily, “That bastard of a diesel could run him over without any remorse or looking back to get at her! I won’t have it!”

“I can’t just leave you here, Gordon. We have to trust that the humans know what they’re doing. It’s not just Camille that’s in danger. The entirety of the steam engines on this island are in the Steam Works just about. The island has been shut down. And you know Sir Topham Hatt treats you each as family, he’s doing the best he can.”

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And that’s all I’m willing to spoil. I hope you’re looking forward as we get closer to the conclusion!

I don’t normally try to do the whole drawing thing but while I’ve been sick I decided to give it a shot. Especially since it’s my favorite characters birth/buildday. Might write something cute later.

First time ever trying to draw le steam engine. Not too bad haha Happy Gordon day!

*puts hand on James’ shoulder* Hey, you need to calm down. I know your worried about Edward but you need to calm down. Edward wouldn’t want you to panic, would he? I swear we will find who did this and we will get our revenge, but we can’t do that if you keep freaking out here. I promise everything will be ok.

James: *Hyperventilating* I… I know… he’s just everything to me… we just got married… He’s everything to me… my husband… he’s my husband…! *trying to remain calm*