Earlier today I attended the critique group that I belong to. I also pushed myself to write the first three chapters of Moondust, an upper middle-grade novel that is one serving size of Nightmare-on-Elm-Street-horror, a tablespoon of Wan and Whannell’s Saw, a generous sprinkling of middle school drama, and two dashes of dream god fantasy.
A visually mathematical representation of my creation:
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Moondust!
Now, it’s 11:31 pm. I wanted to go to bed, but I promised myself that I would share an...
Published on June 03, 2017 20:30