Lenten Wackiness
It's gotta be a Lent thing. Tuesday morning, I woke up with a profound need to make an apology for something I did 23 or 24 years ago. I haven't seen the offended party since 1987. Intuition can be such a strange thing. It took some effort to track her down, but she's supposed to call me early next week. She probably doesn't know what I'm going to say.
If I make a fool of myself, then it won't be the first time.
In book news, I have now been rejected by five publishers and 12 literary agents. That's it for Sandwalkers right now. I've put the manuscript into the hands of a highly critical friend. I need to believe in this book again.
On the upside, here's a nice picture of Murphy the awesome AIredale.
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madsquirrelnano) wrote,
weird
