My body is aching as though my spinal cord has split itself away from my brain stem and plowed its way through my stomach. Today, I finally prepared the one thing that has been pecking at my neck, eagerly pleading for me to turn and glance in its direction.
The publishing packets.
I mail the packets tomorrow. All four will (hopefully) take a trip along the Pony Express.
Hopefully.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Standing on the edge…
Haphazardly assembled by Erina Hart at 10:50 PM
Labels: publishing, writing
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