Really, these soldiers of rationality are working darn hard up there
between my ears, they deserve a break, you know? Just a teeny bit of
cooperation from the bohemian set would really be swell.
For the past few days, as I’ve told all of you, I’ve had plans to
finish up the chapter outline for the Six Brothers project so I could send it
off to my literary agent for her opinion. With work on Pound’s final 10k
going swimmingly well, the common sense troops were all prepared to head out
yesterday and get some work done on the outline.
However…
Yeah, you guessed it. The gypsies weren’t digging the plan and ended up
throwing one heck of a love-in on the Pound grounds.
I, being nothing but the commissary for these spatting factions, had no
choice but to follow along with the hippy-chicks. (The book’s deadline is less
than 2 weeks away so you’ve got to go with the side holding all the imagination.)
So, in short, I got zero work done on the Six Brothers project… again.
And Pound made great strides towards completion… again.
Not really a problem, per se, but I do have one nagging concern. When
it’s time to drag the men in the spiffy tactician uniforms out of the gypsy
camp, will the boys come?
*70’s porno music suddenly roars
in the background, as one of my soldiers yell drunkenly, “Oh, yeah baby. I’m
coming!”*
*blogger blushes, hurriedly drops
the curtain on this whole “affair” before an X-rating for this post becomes embarrassingly
necessary*
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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