Otto woke me up around 6:00 this morning by putting his huge wet head across my forehead. When he gets like this, it’s usually best to get up and feed him,
After dog chores, and making a bit of coffee, I headed for the writing cabin.
I radioed ahead and Lisa was ready for me. She already had her pirate gear on. I breezed past her and made for my office.
After a quick check of social media, and baseball standings, I stared up into a pair of malignant black eyes.
Doubt opened his wings and sailed off his perch, landing on my desk. He made one of those guttural throaty noises only a raven can make.
“I get it,” I said. “It’s time to get on with it.” I opened up the manuscript for Voyage of the Lanternfish.
Doubt croaked at me as I read the first page. I…
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