In the coming week I will be working hard on my essay collection, which is coming together in different ways than I had expected. I want to put it to bed as soon as I possibly can. Because the novel is a big open baby bird mouth waiting just beside me ready to be fed.
And since I will be working so hard, I will blogging less. So if you don't hear from me a while, it's because I'm writing my tail butt hinder-hind parts off.
Happy trails words snail mail postcards and love notes.