Meet the Smudge

Fell to a dust devil, yesterday.

Got sucked right up into a twisty, convoluted baby of an OCD tornado and spit out the other side.



Always the most dangerous part of my writing any book.

What vital storyline detail got me?

The street name of where my protagonist grew up.


There is only one conclusion to make: I am an embarrassment to human thought.

Yep, a misplaced smudge on the evolutionary chain.

How delightfully quaint.

Until Thursday (the smudge travels tomorrow)…


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