Wherein we learn that editors need love too, and emails being sent after midnight say more about themselves than the any of the text they carry.
Author: Y. Balloo
Amateur novelist / Work in progress.
“Congratulations, sir,” the officer sighed. Paul remembered him sighing in a mystifying way. Maybe it…
This has been an interesting week. I took a couple days off leading up to…
“I love it when a plan comes together.” I have certain planning/outlining traditions I like…
“How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.” I’m opening with that…
