This is where I’m trying to edit my latest book.

It’s pretty. There are some purple flowers. A couple of whirly things in the background. I can watch my cat do his odd cat – things.

One would think my garden would be a good place to create and cut and read and figure out what the heck is going on with this manuscript.

It’s not. It’s not a good place. It’s a terrible place. It’s obviously a cursed place.

Honestly, I think it would be easier to turn myself into a German Shepherd with a pink bow than edit this book.

I need chocolate. For nutrition.