(prior to advancing further, I wish to inform readers that this post is probably more than slightly self-indulgent. Treating a case of writing constipation could result in a crude case of the opposite)
I am an admitted cliche: a self-published blogger with aspirations for writing. I don’t imagine I’ll ever see a Bagley shelved between an Austen and Brontë, but I do fancy a well turned phrase occasionally. Something I can jester at during a theoretical talent show.
Have you ever felt like that?
And thank you for all your entries to the Ellie Cutler Contest. Due to the number of last minute entries, I request a winning announcement extension. Tomorrow morning I look forward to awarding the grand prize and possibly a few runner-ups, they are too lovely not to share.