snippet sat . . err . . sunday
Yeah, I’m late. No wait! I’m early! Sunday! Snippet Sunday! It’s still alliterative. From Bitter NIght, since it’s coming soon: Her gaze ran over him. He was maybe seventeen and cute beneath the ugly uniform and acne. His face was…
words words words
I remember reading somewhere as an undergraduate an essay by a writer. Someone had approached him and asked him what he needed to be a writer. His reply, slighly flippant, was “first you have to like words.” Here’s the thing,…
Holy KRP!
I know you’ve heard this from me before, but as I get into rereading this book (aka Crosspointe 4), and remember I’ve made a point of NOT going back and revising or reading, but have written it straight through, so…
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