A voice in the ear . . .
I am trying so hard to motivate self to click on my writing file and begin to re-read as much as I have written of The Shifu Cloth. The trouble is that I have a velvety voice in my ear right now. He’s telling me the story of Venetia and I am hard-put to think that reading my own un-edited prose would be better.
But I wonder if I would enjoy my own story more if I could get RA to read it for me . . . now there’s a thought!