My mother’s gone this week, off to the other side of the continent, leaving me and my sister with two horses, a goat, two rabbits, and three cats to take care of, with animal chores at 7, 10, 1, 4, 6:30, and 8 every day. My sister’s also in her last week of Driver’s Ed. So you might not want to expect regular posting this week, although I want to talk about what happens when you try to rewrite historical fiction, and my plans for July Camp NaNo. You’ll never live to wed his niece. You’ll only die to feed his geese. Goodbye, goodnight, and sorry.
*vanishes like a fly in the mouth of a frog*