I told you Frog Fish come in all sizes and colors.
But there is one underlying recognizable similarity.
Like my writing.
Yet with a consistent entwining strand that is me.
9 am and 76 degrees.
I got a late start.
Actually an early start.
With a good-news call from my agent at 5 am.
I do not jinx things by being too personal on my blog. I will make an announcement when it is a done deal.
Suffice it to say that those good thoughts appear to be coming through loud and clear.
I thank all of you who have posted best wishes and comments.
I love that word. It explains so much.
I write because I love to tell stories that mean something to a reader.
I write because I want someone staying up until 2 in the morning reading my book.
I write because I want to profoundly affect a person and make them laugh and then cry and then laugh again.
I love to make them cry.
It is such a wonderful feeling to know that many people are reading my manuscript and loving the story.
Falling in love with my story.
It is a heady feeling.
No coffee for me for a while.
It is agony.