Mom pulls her new toy, a talking GPS directions-thingie up close to her eyes. “Turn right here. No, here. Sarah, you missed it. Now Mildred’s recalibrating.” I swear if I hear the polite British GPS voice, which, yes – Mom named, tell me one more time that she’s recalibrating, I’ll chuck her right out the window.
“It’s okay, Mom. There’s another entrance to the parking lot.” I point ahead half a block and turn into the lot between two huge trees. It’s almost over, I tell myself. And then somehow you’ll miss this.
Try me, I respond.
"My Ridiculous Romantic Obsessions" Chapter 1
I know, right? We can hardly wait. So, I have some good news about that. The Lovely Editor (whom we shall call Lids because I have a small typing handicap and it feels so much like Lisa - she understands and so should you) has recently let me know that My Ridiculous Romantic Obsessions is at press this week. THIS WEEK, people.
I know.
So it looks like we might have an earlier-than-expected release date, too. Yip!
Also, 19,000 words as of today. Yip, yip!
Hooray! Hooray for the tid-bit! Hooray for the word-count! Hooray for the going to press!!
ReplyDeleteWoot! I'm so excited to read it!
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