Snoring just below the cusp of the horizon, sleeps a writing binge.
Restlessly, it tosses. Grumbling, it turns. Next week, I will be forced to awaken
this beast.
A writing jag of gargantuan proportions will be called upon to finish
Twisted Intent before its Feb. 28th deadline. It is not how I had
planned to do things, but, alas, life has once again tossed itself down before
fiction.
I have not called on this giant for a while. I do hope he remembers me.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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