Ten days to my next book deadline and my current mental status is: Daily renditions of ‘When Will my Life Begin?’ from Tangled. I may not be locked in a tower like Rapunzel but I am locked in a deadline dungeon and it really does feel like everything is on hold until I’m finished. But that time is so soon, oh my gaaaahd! Freedom draws near.
Medlars and Thistles and Gourds, Oh My!
In the Margin
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