Chapter Three’s “A Taste of Writhe” will be appearing in the
late showing of today’s blog. The brain cells are slow to fire up this morning.
I need at least a couple of them functioning to pick out an appropriate amuse
bouche to tantalize your reading buds.
Surprisingly, Frank (the specter of Writhe’s imminent failure)
looks to be losing a little weight. He doesn’t quite fill out the entire end of
the couch anymore. I see cushions now.
Of course, we’ll all take this apparent progress with a grain of salt.
Once the release date for Writhe has been officially set, Frank will no
doubt bloat. He might even start to smell. Not to worry, I have my Febreze at
the ready so the sofa will not be lost…
Unless Frank swallows me whole. At that point I’d appreciate some aid
being sent my way. Perhaps a rescue unit or two. Sirens might be nice.
Other than avoiding playing Jonah to my own imaginary whale, I’ll be
working on Book Two of “The Lion & the Steed” series today. My short story “Sicily”
will also get some time.
In a few days I’d like to set up a deadline for completing “Sicily.” Once
I know the release date for Writhe and when I can expect to hit Frank’s
digestive tract, I’ll be able to set up firm dates. (SIDE NOTE: We will not
discuss the firm dates I’d already set up for “Sicily.” Those dates have long
since passed and exist in my mind no longer. Poof! They’re gone, along with any
nasty guilt residue they might have left behind.)
Now that I have digressed into ninny babble, I will leave you to your
Sunday morning.
Until tonight…
Chloe
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