Despite my best intentions, I always find myself in a mad dash across the finish line. Chapters gathered haphazardly under my arms, frayed storyline trailing behind my panicked feet, my story and I are ungainly messes as we arrive breathlessly at the publisher’s door…
Until Oklahoma.
I am enjoying a bit of meticulousness with this one. This luxury could very well spoil me… and I never suffer spoiling silently.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe