After cleaning out the gutters at my parents’ house and then surviving
the majority of the day without the four-legged, furry muse who was off to the
groomer’s, I got zero writing done until after dinner.
That would have been all fine and good if I hadn’t had to drag, yank,
cajole, and breathlessly heave every freaking word out of my head and onto the
silly paper.
Seriously, can’t a single part of my brain behave?
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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