Typist hits pause on her playlist so she can better hear the racket in her head. Aiming to hit a June 1 target for BOOK 4’s completed rough draft takes concentration and… Calliope. “I gotta peeeeeee!” Thalia whines. “Hold it.” Nia grips the wheel. “Where’s the map. Do we turn right or left here?”
That’s a playlist!
Somehow I heard “We don’t need no stinking badges (maps)” in Tal’s comment. From Blazing Saddles back to The Monkees and further back to Treasure of the Sierra Madres. As a liberating remark in those three films, I hear the same liberation in Tal’s remark.
Does “rolling up your sleeves” still apply when wearing a sleeveless blouse? Or tank top? Whatever figure of speech applies, I hear a “book birth” in the offing.