It’s 11:55 PM. Palms sweating, fingers trembling from caffeine and sugar overload, I frantically type the last paragraph of my short story and triumphantly click the caps lock for a large, friendly, italicized THE END below the final line of my new masterpiece: The Sun Also Rises in Space. With the last cold dregs of my coffee, I offer up a toast to my protagonist—Zaxx Jazzhands—so steadfast...
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Published on May 06, 2022 09:06