I sent the final manuscript in this week to the publisher.
Over 44,000 words worth!
I guess I had a lot to say, or maybe I was just incredibly inspired by my lovely little flock of henny girls that I could hear everyday as I wrote. Even though I could not see them, the entire time I knew that they were there carrying on business as usual. Like clockwork, I could hear the egg song, even with the windows closed. On warmer days, I could hear their chattering on the waft of the breeze gliding through the screen.
