It’s Easter, but where is our Easter basket?

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It's Easter, but where is our Easter basket?

Okay, so it’s Easter and neither Hermes nor I got any Easter baskets filled with treats. Hermes was upset, he’s about 4 hours younger than me, so that makes him my little brother. This photo is me giving him a little brotherly love. Sofia, she’s oblivious and sitting, again, at her computer sending out more queries and doing what she calls ‘marketing’ for her new book. A romance of all things. Please. She needs to write a book about how she abuses us by forgetting to give us a blasted Easter basket!


She’s not done with the queries!

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When Sofia said she was finished with querying her romance novel, I thought she meant forever. Nope. She apparently meant for the week. She’s back at it again. Would somebody just take her as a client so don’t have to listen to her continuously saying how great such-and-such an agent would be? Honestly, I’m a little sick of it all. If I had thumbs, I’d write my own novel about how a crazy writer lady tortured her Sphnxi by ignoring them. Hey, we need attention at least 100 times a day. Is that too much to ask?

Now she’s sending query letters!


This is what Hermes and I do when Sofia is writing

Just when I thought I’d get a break and get some much deserved attention, Sofia is now querying agents for her newly revised historical romantic suspense. She’s been working non-stop on the revisions, which takes time away from me, so I was happy when she cried out that she was done. But, alas, it was not to be. Now she’s researching ‘agents’ and submitting these things called query letters. How unfair. I need attention, I need to be played with, and as much as I hate to admit it, I need a bath!