#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

The Glamorous Life of the Writer

Oh, the glamor of it all! Yesterday, I had dental surgery. I’m on pain pills, and have this gob of stuff stuck to my lower gums.

There is dog hair all over every garment I own.

Sadie gets her stitches out tomorrow–no more cone-head beagle! In the meantime, she uses the cone to bash into the backs of my legs to get my attention. :)

I’m writing this blog in my pajamas, with my hair sticking out in every direction.

The glamor just never stops.


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