My novel is a masterpiece, like a Picasso painting except it's like he used words instead of colors and punctuation instead of lines. Oh, and I wrote it, not him.
The plot races forward like a cheetah going after a wounded gazelle, except this has nothing to do with animals, it's about people and ghosts. But the ghosts aren't your standard ghosts at all. Instead of having spooky ghosts that scare you like a trip to the dentist, these ghosts are trapped souls that are in a roach motel but they ...
Published on September 13, 2009 07:08