*the crowd snickers*
Alright, admittedly my plan-making as of late has left a lot to be
desired. The thought has been there. The
desire has been keen, but the execution has been, well, rather crappy.
For two days I’ve been all set to put some hurt on the Six Brothers
synopsis. I’ve been raring to go on bullying that darn chapter outline into two
pages of coherency.
Well, best laid plans of mice and men and all that jazz.
Yesterday, after floundering quite embarrassingly on the Six Brothers
for more hours than I wish to recall, I retreated to a known entity: the third
book in “The Lion and the Steed” series.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Go ahead and say it.
“soccer mom in the second row yells
helpfully, “Coward!”*
Spot on, ma’am. Thank you.
I didn’t linger too long on it, however. So it wasn’t as much a case of
hiding in familiar romantic smut as a case of re-gathering my authorly wits in
welcoming territory.
*the snickers return*
Like I said, I didn’t stay with book three the entire work day. I
actually took a dip in The Sun and the Sand Cat for several hours and it
is in these modern day West African waters I have decided to sail for a while.
With only another 10 to 15k to go on the agented romance, I need to get
it done.
Hence, change of plans.
So, if anybody is looking for me today please check the gold mines of
Guinea. Me and my authorly wits will be hanging out there for a while…
At least, that’s the plan.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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