|I'm ready for class. Maybe I'm early???|
A whole bunch of writers came to my house to play with me for 7 days straight. They may have done other things like workshops, classes, or writing but that's not the point. The point is that for 7, I repeat, 7 days, there was a line of people to rub my tummy and pet me. It. Was. Heaven!
And then they all left as quickly as they came. I had the sads for the rest of the day and mostly slept in my bed to mourn the loss of my writers. People kept saying I was a muse, I think that means they are coming back to rub me for the next book. Yeah, that's what it means.
|I had Sads|
Maybe this means I get to go to the Caribbean next year???
|I'm good at lounging in the sun....|