It’s All Unexpected

Thoughts about authors are running in a loop through my brain.  All the bright minds, the billions of words placed with nimble grace on blank paper (or blank screens), rivers of ink, mountains of pencil shavings, and hours of pacing, hair pulling, nail-biting, cuticle chewing, and neurons firing like comets streaking across the night sky.Continue reading “It’s All Unexpected”

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