more animals

If this book sells and you read it, you will know when I wrote it. I have some serious projecting going on, starting with the Little Red Hen syndrome and, um, some frustration with the husband. Hmm, I wonder where that came from.

I do think I've written myself into a corner. Something that I'd meant to happen later in the story happened a couple of evenings ago. I don't know if I have enough story to make it to 70,000 words, which is where I need to be for Harlequin Historicals. All I can do is keep going....

Great TV night tonight. I am Not Answering The Phone.