*clears throat and begins in a
most professorly manner…*
When writing Historical Romance you must not only sound as if an
historian is perched upon your shoulder whispering factual sundries into your
ear. You must sound as if your muse has wed the dear fellow and bore a child
together.
However…
When your muse is a dog who has been neutered longer than you, and when
no worth-his-salt historian could, would or should suffer your company for
longer than a day, problems arise in this treatise.
In this case, stumbling blind through the process is your only option.
Do so in an authoritative voice and a wary eye to the exits and you should be
fine.
Should.
I’ll let you know if by the luck of the literary gods I ever survive
myself.
Thank you and good day.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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