Semi-Daily Scribbles

So, if Myra appears somewhat dowdy these days, does that mean she's writing? Hair's gone natural, middle's thicker; the inside of her closet is black and blue. The clues all add up. Myra’s derrière has reacquainted itself with the desk chair. I believe a book is brewing. Somewhere out there an agent sings ecstatically the praises of Calliope.