This particularly instance happened yesterday and I’m still childishly
giggling over it.
(Yes. It’s going to be one of “those” blogs in which I preen like a heavily
medicated peacock. Forgive me. This colorful bout of self-confidence won’t last
long, I sadly assure you.)
So, I was working on the final scene of Quiver yesterday. Tying up
loose ends, wrapping all subplots up in a pretty bow, when the most deliciously
clever idea occurred to me.
*blushes soundly*
Of course, it was not as delicate as that. (If you’ve learned little
else from 10 months of this daily blog, you’ve surely learned that Chloe does
not do delicate.)
This clever idea of mine didn’t tap me on the shoulder and say “Well,
hello there.”
Nope.
This clever idea took me out at the knees and walloped me frightfully
about the head with a goose feather pillow. (SIDE NOTE: My clever ideas always
come with goose feathers. Maybe that’s why they tickle me so? *smirks cleverly*)
Anyhow, it was just a really great idea.
A perfect ending to a mystery romance… or so the heavily medicated
peacock tells me.
*smiles*
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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