While Novel #18 sits uncomfortably in literary agent limbo, Novel #19
is thriving! Like a six week old Lab, it’s all eager, wagging butt and big,
laughable feet. It’s wonderful…
Of course, my 14 year old, four-legged furry muse who has been on the
job centuries and is wise to the ways of young manuscripts is not yet
impressed.
“Trust not an eager tail,” my Yoda-like muse imparts. “Trust only an
eager heart.”
Good advice, I’m sure, but… I’m still eating up the puppy kisses.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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