The title sums it up. I’m working.
Here’s what I’m doing: harvesting one hundred-pound squash and carrying them up a hill in a wheelbarrow. You think I’m kidding. Not!
I’m writing my great American blockbuster novel. This time I am kidding.
I’m querying agents–well, I’ve queried one, but she did ask for a full. That’s good, right?
I’m looking at other options for ways to spend my life. I’m always doing that.
I’m trying to think of something really pithy to say next week at Book Passage when I’m suppose to talk about my writing journey and sign books.