They are chasing tornadoes.
I am chasing a few hours of sweet writing time.
For the next few weeks I will be having company. Real, flesh and blood
company, the kind who haven’t sprouted just out of my imagination but at some
point actually emerged out of somebody’s loins. In other words, I’m not talking
Frank.
While this is wonderful and promises genuine fun, my writing will have
to be tucked into crevices and squeezed into nooks of time usually reserved for
just breathing.
This will also be affecting the timing of the blog posts.
Both morning and evening posts will probably be an hour or so later
than normal. Hopefully this will not shatter your existences too terribly, as I
realize this blog is the core of your universe. (SIDE NOTE: That was sarcasm,
not one of my infamous delusions of grandeur. *lol*)
Good news to pass along this morning… I actually worked on my writing
last night so Frank (my specter of imminent failure) is back in his tent in the
far corner of my backyard. The freezer and the table have been returned to
their proper places and the door is now clear for comings and goings of a non-ghoulish
nature. (See last night’s post if this last sentence has left you scratching
your head.)
My “Six Brothers” Revolutionary War-era project got my attention last
evening. The outline is finally taking shape as I have decided on a spine for
my story from which all other storylines will flow. If you remember, I had four
major storylines planned. Now, I’ve got a lead storyline with three beefy
followers…
Yeah, yeah, I’ve strayed into mixed metaphors. Retrace your steps
exactly and you should be free and clear of all Chloe very soon. *grins*
Until tonight…
Chloe
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