Each day Wheezer goes with me down to feed the chickens and he is so eager to get past the fence to meet them face to face. Since Jack Russells are formidable hunters, I do not allow him that privilege.
My writing is progressing and I am hoping to have the second novel out by May so all my friends, please be patient. I want to get it right and as perfect as I can before I ask you to read it. In the meantime, I will try to keep you all posted because I work very sporadic times through the day.
If you have any ideas to throw my way about the Cherokee around the year 1840, please email me. I would love to hear what you have to say.
Until then, Wado. Kitty and Wheezer