I read a book I should have given up on after the “first 100 pages” test. Foolishly, I stuck with it for five weeks. It was an awkward relationship.
My cold-footed critic took a break from his balcony adventures and wanted in on the experience.
At least I got some writing in this morning then let creative whimsy carry us away.
You can read the disappointing review here.
Thanks for dropping by and not disturbing the Tabby.