Because, if my recent interactions with literary agents is any indication, there's a pacing issue.
In the meantime, I'm going to sit here digesting the two celebratory donuts I had yesterday.
I saw a doctor in the early weeks of October.
My first instinct is to scream at the creative inside my mind to not worry about it!
How do you take yourself out of your own writing?
Good lord I’m 33.
In fact, I dare say everyone on the internet that's claimed to have cookies has never once had cookies.
You ever get that feeling...