From an email sent to me…
“I like this. You had me hooked about the time Nance vomited on Jack's shoes.
“I like this. You had me hooked about the time Nance vomited on Jack's shoes.
Someone somewhere
has probably made up a list of all the rules of romance, and if they have, I'm
sure, like Jack, you've broken most of them several times over here.”
I did consider going back to the traditional route of
publishing through publishers but I’m tired of all the rules and
indecisiveness. So fuck it. I continue on as I am. I like me. I have no rules.
It works.
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