*bows humbly to the now grumbling
crowd*
Nothing against you personally but my dad is off to the doctor’s as I
speak getting the results of his lab work and ultrasound. In fact, word might very well come as I’m
writing this post. So please forgive any extra eccentricities this morning. I
will try to restrain myself from getting to, well, me. *chuckles*
On the work front, I’m still dithery with excitement over all the
goodies Dreamspinner sent me this weekend as promotion for “Ravenscar.” I’m
including the back of the postcard for you today. Notice the name top, center
row?
*preens proudly in front of the
rapidly disappearing masses*
Yeah, well, that’s more than likely just the luck of the draw but I’ll
take whatever little break comes my way.
I actually did manage to squeeze in 500 words on Book Two last night. I’m
not quite sure how that happened but again I’ll take whatever the muses throw
in my direction.
*looks nervously at the clock*
My stomach has now tied itself into a tight, painful knot. It’s going to be hell to iron out once this is
over.
I hate waiting, have I mentioned?
Despise it.
Really, really suck at it.
So, I think I’ll go and crawl in a dark corner somewhere and do it all
by myself. You good people don’t deserve this writhing mass of hysteria and incoming
puke on your Monday morning.
Please keep my dad in your thoughts and prayers.
Thank you.
*smiles*
Until tonight…
Chloe
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