My creative juices runneth everywhere.
Drifting, drifting, drifting, from one project to the next, never
really landing, just buzzing all my manuscripts with one eye to what is next.
Lash my writer’s soul to an anchor, someone, and drop me somewhere
kind.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
Post-note: Well, I believe that’s the worst case of mixed metaphors I’ve
ever spewed out. Apologies.
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