I’m sorry, there appears to be a Victoria-shaped puddle of angst on the floor right now, but no sign of Victoria herself.
We believe she reached the point in revising where she began to question, doubt, and/or hate everything.
We suspect this viscous pool is some kind of defense mechanism.
We poked it with a stick, but it only muttered curses.
While we devise a way to reconstitute this blog’s author, have another video.