Most likely I will get into bed tonight and an anvil will drop and coyote me flat I will drop into the ravine I will burn up on impact I will become a dessert rose my mother gave one to my brother and one to me little sandy flowers. I can still feel my finger tracing the swirls just think. If I had been willing to work hard this would have happened a long long time ago but I have always been known for my terrible work ethic the girl who complains the full length the row of corn the dishes the iron skillet the bean stakes. No. I’ll stay in and read a book and yes her daddy says leave her alone, Trisha. Leave that girl alone.
If you like this little bit of blog, you will love my book. If someone buys it. And publishes it. And you see it somewhere and see my name Rebecca Cook Great Wonder of the Literary Universe and remember me, yes, remember me well. For a second maybe two.