Writer’s Retreat

The Four-Year-Old is off playing with her grandparents in Texas and that means I can work from sunup to sundown on this bloated mess of words I call a novel. This is a rare and precious gift, and I intend to make the most of it. Which means I won’t be posting new Caterpickles until next week.

See you Monday!

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