It’s a rainy, snowy, cold Saturday and I am home with a nasty chest cold. I’ve been channeling my inner James Earl Jones when I talk and my boss thought I was a man on the phone.
I did a bit of work around the house to make it a little less drafty this winter and I finally decided the germs had gotten the best of me. I wrapped myself in a blanket and had been wasting my time surfing through my pictures when I stumbled on this one:
‘Nuff said…..thanks to the spirit responsible for sending the message! Time to reintroduce myself to the characters of my book and get the bloody thing written!