Outside the window, the owl sang softly to the mouse, hoping to lure her out into the night. The mouse laughed to herself, hunkering down under a mossy rock and watching the clouds drift across the moon. She chewed on one tiny nail. She groomed the tip of her tail, the soft bit where a few silver hairs grew. The owl tried a different tune. The mouse grew bored. She wondered, if she ran very fast, could she make it to the blackberry bush across the way? Her little hear pitted and patted. Her whiskers twitched. The owl paused its song and the mouse stuck her nose out and sniffed.
Carolyn's Adventures in Self publishing
Self-publishing is a booming industry and the internet is awash in how-to guides on the topic. This blog is not going to add to the heaps of helpful information already out there. This is my story about the process I'm choosing to bring the final book in my REWIND trilogy to life.
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