Dear Readers,
I am sorry to
report Evelyn Ink has once again departed (and as usual without a trace or a
word). She was here just yesterday, hunched over her typewriter wildly editing
the manuscript of Sticks, Stones, and
Dragon Bones III. Today she is gone. No note. Nothing. The drawings and the
manuscript gone with her. Once again I am left with the mind-dulling task of
managing this hopeless blog.
I had high
hopes as the day before, Evelyn had begun a series of ink drawings depicting
clues about what kind of adventures the Darlington Sisters and their friend
Joash might get into next (and as I am never allowed to peek at an unfinished
book, I will say I caught sight of a wicked looking weapon and more of those
hideous little pixie-like creatures).
Anyway back to
my current predicament… as my hopes that she might work solidly through to her
deadline have been dashed as quickly she herself dashed out these very doors, I
am at a loss of what to do. My only guess is that she will soon be in contact
with us via the ancient lost art of letters and postcards.
I must also note I
have caught sight of a peculiar looking man outside the gates of our secret
writing lab. He is a tall, grave looking man, and even now
as I peek from the window of our upper floor, I can see him standing in the
rain. He has never come to the door and isn’t using an umbrella. If anyone has
a guess as to who he might be or where he is from post a response.
As usual, this
report was conducted by Mr. Edwin Riddle
Of Public
Relations, Personal Investigations, and Subterfuge