Envy. Not covetousness, just regular old jealousy.
I have a friend, a former co-worker, who has my life. Not my actual life, but the life I always envisioned for myself.
We won't even get into the personal/family reasons for this; I just want to talk about the book.
Like many people, I have a partially finished WIP that for long time, a long time ago, seemed to have great promise. Then I had to…
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