The First Paragraph
This is the first paragraph of my latest. Have a look at Melody 8. Remember that this is unedited. My mother used to sing to me when I was scared at night. When shadows, in corners turned into drooling creatures who wanted to eat me. When the wind wasn’t just benign air, but a…
Confessions of a Spoiled Indie Writer
Just write, and quit feeling sorry for yourself.
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