Suddenly, just when the few stragglers are sure that the show is
really, truly over, a blog flashes across the screen crowing proudly…
“Chloe Stowe is here! The blogging streak lives!”
Whether rotten tomatoes are then tossed at the screen or a smattering
of applause is heard, I could not tell you because I am currently lying flat on
my back on the floor, having been run to the ground by a 3 ½ year old little
whirlwind of a boy.
*grins the grin of the happily
exhausted*
Yes, my nephew, the bestest and brightest light in my life, is to blame
for the lateness of this post.
I’d apologize but I just had too much fun to ever let the word “sorry”
cross these smiling lips when it comes to spending time with that wonderful
boy.
Ok, enough bragging. The aunt has left the room and the writer has
reappeared, if only momentarily.
I did in fact write the literary agent a heavily modified version of
what I laid out for you this morning. Now, I’ve got two days to get my literary
act together and make myself and my words look damned good.
That’s all.
Time to crack open the oyster and fake a pearl.
???
Yeah, that didn’t make any sense. I think my brain is still out
spinning my nephew around in the twilight.
Better to leave the blog there, I think… out twirling in the sunset.
*smiles*
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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