Because I’ve crossed off 6 things on my to-do list and I can’t think of anything clever to draw for “crooked,” I’m going to re-use an oldie.
What I always think of when I hear the word “crooked” is a little poem from a satirical book I read in the 9th grade (or grade 9 as we Canadians say):
“There was a crooked man
and he did very well.”
While it seems like I’ve been mostly slacking off for a while, I have actually been hard at work writing, revising, and submitting my stories. And I’m thrilled to announce that the hard work has resulted in my getting an agent: the wonderful Natascha Morris of BookEnds Literary Agency!