A Bloody Victory

stockvault-cross-bandages140141Pardon the bloodied knuckles.

And the dislocated shoulder.

Pay no attention whatsoever to the constant whine in my voice or the concussed stare in my eyes.

Ignore the boneless heap of exhausted snores that is my muse.

Concentrate only on these words…

Yesterday, in a testament to my wiry grit, Chapters 6, 8 and 17 of The Hushing Days were all shoved considerably closer to the Final Edits line!

Indeed, the Game of Rocks I described in yesterday’s blog is on.

And if you ignore the knuckles, the shoulder, the voice, the concussion and the remains of my muse, it could possibly be said (if you close your eyes and wish really, really hard) that I am winning!



You all go ahead and celebrate that. I’ve got a busted lip that needs stitches.

Until tomorrow…



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