Well, all, this is a new one for me. I was sitting in my room writing a scene in a new manuscript that I’m putting together. It’s a quietly spooky scene, and I was perfectly in tune with the mood when – BAM!
First off, the bird is perfectly fine, or at least I hope it is. The little fellow hit the window next to me, yes, but then flew away and is now nowhere in sight out there. Me? Sure, I’m fine, too. The blanket I was all snuggled up in? Nope.
Coffee. Everywhere.
I had my extra-large Cheshire Cat mug FULL of coffee, and now my blanket is full of it instead. It’s a homemade blanket from my family, too. Oy. Laundry time.
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