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Walter Pidgeon, Anne Francis and Robby the Robot have also tagged
along. Let’s just say that Robby is not amused with Frank. Apparently specters
of imminent failure are beneath him.
Anyway…
Hopefully, word on Writhe will arrive today. I’m just a teensy
bit anxious to get the novel out there on the market (SIDE NOTE: the previous sentence
was a scandalous understatement that even has Robby’s circuits sparking into
chuckles.)
Meanwhile, my foray into late 18th century fashion is almost
complete. I have somehow managed to retain a thread of sanity through this
exploration of mob caps, Jesuits and spatterdashes.
In other “Six Brothers” news, I’ve found a literary agent to query if I
go with a more romantic telling of the story. Good to know there’s interest out
there for this period, but I still don’t know about making it a true
romance. We’ll just have to see once I
start pinpointing the storyline. I’ll keep you updated.
I need to chip away at “Sicily” today. If the sun would ever come back
out it would help that pursuit tremendously. A love story in Italy desperately
needs sunshine.
Let’s all hope tonight I’ll be able to report progress on Writhe’s
release. Boring you with the antics of my couch crew must get mighty tiresome
for you. Speaking of which…
Robby and Frank have initiated combat over the specter’s spot on the sofa.
Since Robby the Robot cannot sit (he’s a truly stand-up guy *giggles at the never-ending wit*) and
Frank doesn’t really exist, I don’t see what the problem is. But ever the good
hostess, I need to go break it up before my 15 pound dog turns toothy and decides
to take them both out.
Wish the Chloe household luck.
Until tonight…
Chloe
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