Writers have the best job in the world. We make stuff up. We daydream and what we daydream becomes real – as a book or a story or a poem. People read our daydreams, our musings, the things that grow out of our subconscious.
I really did it this time.
It all started with the first line on my first solo book (The Silver Ship and the Sea)…
From the story of Chelo Lee, dated July 17th, year 222, Fremont standard, as brought to The Academy of New World Historians.
It was kind of a throw-off line, a thi
Published on September 03, 2009 06:20