As some of you just might be aware of (as if I don’t yap about it
incessantly), the deadline for my 16th novel (Pound) was last
night.
At 9:30 pm, the official “The End” was typed. The formatting I left to
do until this morning so I would be working with a brain not completely numb
with exhaustion.
It more or less worked (I hope). Anyhow, Pound is now sitting at
the publishing house all wrapped up in pretty formatting bows (again, I
hope… brain’s still working at around
45% so who knows what kind of freaky things I might have accidentally done to
the poor manuscript.)
So, with the mind ticker still fluttering below the fifty yard line
(yeah, yeah, I know; a terrible mix of metaphors/similis/thingies there; again,
apologies) I am cutting this posting very short and tagging it a real yawner, but
it’s the best I can do today.
Please, please, return tomorrow when I promise something if not
brilliant at least better (more hoping, there).
Now, go and have a great day… and try not to think of your blogger too
poorly.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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