Amazingly, I remembered it is Tuesday. So, here are two lines from the book I am reading right now, Touch of Darkness by Christina Dodd:
Guilt hung on him like mourning clothes. Regret choked him like a noose.
And the last two lines I wrote:
"Son of a bitch has a rabbit hole."
"So... how are you going to smoke him out?"
I'm having some commitment issues (read: fear) of finishing this book. It has taken on a life of its own and really doesn't want to go where I want it to go. So, looks like I will be barricading myself in a small room and finishing the freaking thing this weekend. If not, I may have to put it in a box, shove it under the bed and forget about it for the next six months and start a new project. It is really making me insane right now! Any words of wisdom would be greatly appreciated!
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