Coherency is tucking tail and fleeing too… But my four-legged, furry
muse has got it cornered in the foyer. So please ignore all background snarling
and snapping as we continue.
As of late, The Hushing Days has been suffering due to my woeful lack
of sleep. The daily word count is down to a laughable sputter (i.e. less than
200 words a day). Yes, feel free to wince. I certainly am.
To bolster my ever-teetering literary self-worth, I have been “binge
researching” on my next book. (There’s got to be a 12 Step Program somewhere
for this.)
At least I am keeping my hand in the creative cookie jar, so to speak. I
guess that’s something. Right?
Bottom line: Suffer a dry spell wisely. Do what you can while you wait
for the rains.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
Post Note: Apologies for the gross and generally untidy mixing of
metaphors today. Apparently all literary couth ran away with the wisdom and the
spoon.
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