Amidst my tiny maelstrom of literary agent chaos, I am sharpening up
the finished manuscript The Hushing Days a bit. Seeing as it might be
headed to fresh eyes soon, I’ve picked apart the Prologue (which I was never
completely happy with) and am rearranging its remains.
A prologue should sing, mine merely hummed.
Waste of time? Oh, who bloody knows.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
