No, I’m not mixing animal metaphors, my Wicked Luvs. I just think that whoever came up with the phrase “as stubborn as an ox,” never noticed the bullheaded Ram determined to get the ox to move its ass forward *grins at the word menagerie*
Your witchy Aries spent most of the day fighting with the structure of five stories. I’m taking “AlmaMia Cienfuegos” and “Wishing upon Earth and Bone,” and adding them to three other short tales told from the points of view of Soledad, Vanesa, and Ms. Toledo. I want to publish them as an interconnected collection of tales.
I battled the tales until my eyeballs threatened to pop. After a lot of hissing, I tried napping. Sleep didn’t come… So I got up, and started working on my entry for a Mad Tea Party. It will be the continuation of “Brownies, Brews and Blades.” I’m almost done!
If I’m lucky, I’ll finish the entry with my morning coffee. After that’s complete, I’ll attack a different writing project. Then, when the Cienfuegos women aren’t looking, I’ll let the little Ram strike the ox until it topples ;-)
Let’s hope I get better results *cough, cough*