Despite my best intentions, I always find myself in a mad dash across
the finish line. Chapters gathered haphazardly under my arms, frayed storyline
trailing behind my panicked feet, my story and I are ungainly messes as we
arrive breathlessly at the publisher’s door…
Until Oklahoma.
I am enjoying a bit of meticulousness with this one. This luxury could
very well spoil me, and I never suffer spoiling silently.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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