The Seat of My Pants in the Seat of My Chair
Remember back when you believed the Muse came in a vision and the stories poured forth like nectar from the literary gods? Yeah. Neither do I. Writing is hard work.…
Read moreRemember back when you believed the Muse came in a vision and the stories poured forth like nectar from the literary gods? Yeah. Neither do I. Writing is hard work.…
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