Six Sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian LIX (Job Security)

It’s the last Six Sentence Sunday, and I want to thank everyone who has stopped by to read or comment on what has turned out to be 366 of mine.

Because of your support and encouragement—and beta comments from those of you brave enough to read the whole thing—I’ve been taking a long look at that old drawer novel of mine and have decided to give it a thorough edit and see if I can make it agent-worthy.

Who knows?

I’m not sure what I’ll be putting in this space, if anything, but I hope some of you might drop in once in a while for old-time’s sake?

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One last snark for the road. . . .

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“If someone does break in here, what would you do?” I wasn’t about to risk a key witness—or a friend.

Reynard’s shoulders lifted, fell. “Members of the Press are generally held to observing and reporting news, not directly generating it—but self-defense is an acceptable loophole.”

“What do you call bailing me out of jail?” I asked.

“Job security.”

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