Writing. Sort of...
Writing is what I've been doing, trying to finish the 3rd book in my Salt Spring Island Friends trilogy. It's taking me forever, and I blame it on a hot summer, soft breezes, visitors, ice cream, wasps, laundry, and stains on my office carpet.
[Please visualize back of hand placed on brow and writer-woman whining, "Life is all so-o distracting and unpredictable!!"]
(Also note the use of two exclamation points; I am currently overstocked in the little suckers and need to empty out my punctuation locker.)
Anyway, just checking in to let anyone, anywhere in the vast universe of readers--those goddess-like creatures, with flowing hair and diamond tiaras floating above their heads like shining halos--I'm almost done finding A MAN FOR GRACE. Yeah, that's the title. Original and deeply impressive, don't you think?
Now for some ice cream... The carpet stains can wait.
[Please visualize back of hand placed on brow and writer-woman whining, "Life is all so-o distracting and unpredictable!!"]
(Also note the use of two exclamation points; I am currently overstocked in the little suckers and need to empty out my punctuation locker.)
Anyway, just checking in to let anyone, anywhere in the vast universe of readers--those goddess-like creatures, with flowing hair and diamond tiaras floating above their heads like shining halos--I'm almost done finding A MAN FOR GRACE. Yeah, that's the title. Original and deeply impressive, don't you think?
Now for some ice cream... The carpet stains can wait.
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