Throwdown

Alright, back to work.

The snot-nosed gremlin of anxiety throwing tantrums in my brain is just going to have to shove it. I have a novel to write.

So, words are hitting paper today.

Syllables will be slapped down.

Verbs volleyed.

Banter belted.

Love made.

Let’s see what the jittery brat in the skull does with that!

Until tomorrow…

Chloe