Me: "What is it, boy? Is Timmy down the well again?"
Hobkin: "Hi Mom! I'm going to go nap under my hutch now, okay?" *traipses off*
And now I'm wide-awake. Yep, skunk-nose stew, mmmm.
Still haven't formally outlined the novel WIP, and I think I need to do so. I'm writing all over the place in non-chronological sequence, with only slight assurance that I'll be able to hook up the pieces. 'Course, that's the way I wrote my middle-grade fantasy manuscript, so I'm not knocking that strategy, but I had a better idea of where I was going with it. And I still wrote a couple scenes that I didn't end up using.
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