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It was time to put up or shut up. I was leaning toward ‘shut up’.
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Performing in front of no one…my life’s dream.
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Even on a good day, I didn’t want him within six feet of me…
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The editor, slack-jawed, gazed out the window. “You’re telling me your tweets are your chapters?”
How about a PDF of 200 writing prompts?
I’m not even going to ask for an email address!
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Writer. Former teacher. Baker. Spoiler of dogs.
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