Writing AngstSunday, September 14th, 2008
I’m a crappy writer. Every story I’ve ever written is crap. Even the ones that have been published. The editors who bought my stories were blind on the days they read my stories, or they were simply charitable. That’s the only explanation I can come up with. My novel, The Solitude of the Tentacled Space [...]
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