I don't suppose some of my friends out there would help me by being a beta reader?
I'm in the process of doing a story for Amy. It has been in the process since January. I've only gotten so far in the story, and am stuck at the same spot. I've been able to go in and edit existing parts, but never able to go past that point.
I need some outside help and another point of view to get this story going again.
It's not a fanfic, it's one I don't put on DA.
So, any takers?

Yes, I'm still here. Still alive. Sort of.
I'm on Facebook. So look up Lisa Philpott and you will find me.
A lot has gone on. My Dad's cancer is back again after two remissions. Except Mom didn't want me to find out. I still did.
So much has gone on at my Kroger that is just so wrong. It got to a point I was having panic attacks. I even had to be rushed to the emergency room.
There's a part of me that wishes I never left KFC. At least there, they treated me like a human being. Instead of, "Oh. She's disabled. She must be stupid." And this is managers, mind you!
I've crashed into depression since January, and have lost a big chunk of my life I will never get back no thanks to Kroger. If not for the Union, I wouldn't even have a job right now.
I'm not sure if or when my life will get back on track. Until then, my stories are on hiatus.

Just to let everyone know that, yes. I'm still out here, still alive. Still trying to make sense of things.
I'm not going to post everything that has happened as of late. I'll follow up with a longer one later. But if things remain unchanged, my nephew may end up in a correctional facility, and my parents could lose their house.
I have also discovered my blood pressure is literally through the roof. Along with my weight not being where it should.
Some good news, our lawn decor thus far has remained untouched this year. Maybe the lerdos who wrecked it last year grew up a bit, ne?
I miss you, my friends. Drop me a line once in a while, kay?

For those wondering why I have not replied to any posts, PMs, or have not posted anything new. I found out my Dad's prostate cancer has come back after five years of remission.
He is undergoing radiation treatments. Because of this, any food he eats does not stay in his body long enough to do any good. Even with anti-diarrhea pills.
He doesn't have nausea yet. But food tastes like metal to him because of the radiation. He has been losing weight, and can no longer do tasks such as mow the lawn.
Cecil has also lost one of his jobs, and the financial strain has caused me to lose my creativity.
My job at Kroger, granted, is full time. I love it, and I'm in the union. So they can't fire me because of silly things, or because they are in a bad mood and want someone to take their day out on.
However, the full time pay is not helping me too much, as I cannot pay off things that are mine. I can only pay the minimum and take care of the bills Cecil usually covers.
Cecil also sold all of his stock. The last cushion we would have if something went wrong. So when that money is gone, we're still at square one until he finds a second job.
He has gone to Goodwill in the hopes they can help him find something permanent.
Prayers and good vibes appreciated.

I finally got off my lazy bum and redid the story that had no title. It's been moved out of scraps and partly re-edited.
It has a title now. Go me?
I doubt it's finished yet. But watchers are welcome to take a look in my Deviations.