The blog is in super peril now. I am almost cried out. My precious writer’s tears are almost at an end. And I need them so I can dive deep into the query trenches, get an agent, and book deal and a much better retirement plan.
Frankie seems unconcerned at my critical situation. Look at the bottle. Almost empty. What will I do? It was hard to find that bottle. Oh well, I will read another chapter out loud to the pug and hope for the best.
