AGNES by Tony Cochran
I’m just so excited to have Agnes and Dylan together,
I’ll forgive the complaining, hopelessly nasal comment.
After all, she did acknowledge his genius.
And there really is no arguing with the nasal.
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Tracy Abell 
Ha!
Funny, I was discussing hooks with my writing circle just last week. Translating the heartbeat of a story into a couple of pithy sentences? Such a tricksy thing.
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Maybe you should take your Fender Telecaster to your next meeting. And maybe I’ll go put on a radical hat and see if that helps me get hooky today.
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cute! I think I have the next Bob Dylan over here, he’s got the complaining, whiny part down. He just needs a harmonica! :p
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This made me laugh. I like the idea of putting a harmonica in his hands. Let him blow all that hot air into an instrument!
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LOL — love grandma 🙂 (She sounds like me, when D is freaking out, heh).
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I think Grandma sounds like a lot of us. Except she doesn’t get ruffled, and I tend to ruffle.
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complaining and hopelessly nasal genuis…hey, I could be the next Dylan…if you forget the genuis part that is :0)
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HA! I’m right there with you. Especially because I grew up in the Midwest and have a nasal twang and like to complain a bit…
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I also love the grandma is a thing I can certainly say….:)
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Maybe all mothers are like Grandma. Hmm…
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I will be in the other room converting my angst into a novel.
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Hope you put down a plastic sheet first.
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