Today, caught up in the final (yes, really) edit of the novel, I have nothing interesting to say. Sorry. Not lazy, just caught up in another world. Hemingway didn’t know what he was talking about. Writers don’t bleed. Pages do.
Things on my mind:
This cover won’t work and I’m not sure about the title.
Maybe I should call it Priscilla and Blue. (Welcome thoughts on this 
)
Someone really needs to do the dishes.
And water the plants.
My editor loved the book and got so engrossed in the story she forgot to edit. SCORE!!!
Maybe she says that to all her authors. Sigh.
