Words kiss the page like eager lovers. Scenes slip as easily from your mind as silk stockings from a courtesan. Characters whisper clever and crafty dialogue in your ear as you sleep.
Ah, the delicious satisfaction of having a book in creation. When anything is possible and rejection seems as distant as economic recovery.
The truth is that all those writers out there holding onto that great American novel,…Continue
When I was little I used to talk to myself. I worried why everyone else didn’t. Was I crazy? Or worse yet, was I destined for politics?…Continue
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