I need floaties.
Those air-filled things you put on little kids arms to keep them afloat?
Those. I’ll take two.
I found myself nearly drowning in the stupidest details of my Cozy Mystery yesterday. Dropping like an OCD-laden rock to the depths of dumb.
Aargh!!!
Yep, floaties may be the only hope of me surviving this book. (I hope they come in daffodil yellow.)
Until tomorrow…
Chloe