I can finally breathe without hurting myself,* I finished not just one but two chapters —one for each project**—fired them off to their respective destinations . . .
. . . and knocked off early to spend the past half hour searching for something I barely remembered from my misspent youth:
Comedy gold, I tell you.
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*Though the cough remains. It sounds like I’d auditioning for the role of Coffin Harriet in a genderbending version of Soul Music. One brownie point if you get the reference, two if you can supply the author.
**If anyone’s wondering, I kept the Redhead. She’ll give my critiquers something to sink their teeth into. They like that. A lot.
Earful of Cider 