Two lumbering beasts approach the horizon. Their
footsteps quake the ground under my feet, sending a sharp shiver up my spine.
Bravely, I stand my ground.
The pearls of sweat beading up on my brow are of no
consequence, the quickened thunder to my heart no matter.
Quiet!
I hear their breaths.
The monsters near.
Pulling my dog close, I tremble and hide my face in
her fur. Shuttering my eyes tight, I pray…
*a long, dramatic
pause follows*
*the dog
squirms*
*the janitor
sweeping up the blog auditorium shouts impatiently, “Geez, lady! Get on with
it!”*
*the blogger
pouts but folds to her adoring public’s demands…*
Fine.
The deal is this: My 16th novel, Pound,
could/should/might be released this week, and I could/should/might hear from my
literary agent’s opinion on my “Six Brothers” project.
I’m waiting/dreading/trying-not-to-think-about both.
Yep, put that way it’s pretty boring and trivial, ain’t
it?
*the janitor
sighs, “It sure the heck is, lady. Get a life, will ya?”*
*said-lady
huffs petulantly and responds -*
Well, pardon me for adding a bit of threatening
whimsy to our Monday morning. It won’t happen again…
*said-lady
smirks*
At least until next week.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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