I was on fire yesterday!
I doled out 800 words here, cropped 500 words there.
Chapters were minced, diced, then reassembled with factory finish shine.
Orphaned plot points were kissed lovingly on the cheeks and shuffled off to new homes in new novels.
I was one smoking hot author whose residual steam somehow managed to power a new, long overdue “Tiptoeing Soul” travel post to be readied for release this weekend.
I sizzled, ladies and gents!
*pauses… rereads this post… cringes painfully at the horror of mixed metaphors*
Well, that is certainly embarrassing.
If this “on fire” thing happens again I’ll be sure to have my muse hose me down well before getting anywhere near this blog.