I’m a slow writer. After seven years of trying every trick in the book (pun not intended but tickling me just the same), there is simply no speeding up my writing speed.
I am not a six novels in a year kind of gal. I’m a three.
So, from now on, I’m hanging out in the “Slower traffic keep right” lane with no turn blinker on.
Please, wave at me as you tootle on by.
Until Tuesday (travel day tomorrow)…