
I’ve written a few stories over the years, none of them overly dark. It started out as short stories for my daughter, graduating to full blown book length when I discovered how much fun it was. My first one was so laughable, its poor composition and dangling participles was number seven with Webster’s definition of poorly written English. I still cringe when I look at it.It was a first attempt and despite its many flaws, it has a permanent museum display in the heart.
What’s changed? Bette...
Published on May 23, 2012 21:01