Thursday, February 6, 2020

Three Poems, a Cry for Help, and a Tease

Please smell
My Chanel
And notice that
My hair is curled--
I'm going out
To meet the world!
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Fiorella is a weird duck,
I heartily agree--
You never know just what it is
That she will say or see
And that's the very reason now
That you are reading me
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Fiorella writes
All the time
Sometimes in prose
Often in rhyme
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As Fio told you, her first strep in reviving her career in romance writing was organizing her old manuscripts. Now she's moving on to step two: skimming though a couple of her favorite authors' books and her own offerings. This step will probably take her a couple of days, especially because she'll have to find somebody who can help her buy and read books on the Internet. She used to know how to do it, but can't figure out the technique on the Mac. (Also, her account might have been closed down.)
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Fiorella's first-published book was set in Waco, Texas, as everyone she went to school with figured out. The characters were all fictional, of course....or were they? 😉

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