A Touch of the Wobbles

Date: June 29, 2017Author: Tessa Barrie 0 Comments

I have been counselling my Mum over an iced coffee. She is having a touch of the wobbles as she is very close to finishing writing her novel.

I said if you are worried about whether or not the ending is strong enough … put a Shorkie in it … that’ll beef it up a bit.

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