And the alien did decree: Gunna ask me what I'm calling the book?
Eee-gah. I mayyyyy have a book being small-time published by a dude I've met in the bookstore. It's funny how, coming here, I feel a sense of, "D'aw, fuck". I feel like a dipshit, trying to show this college-spiffy self-publisher dude stories surrounded by duds, over on blogspot. I don't even have access to the one site. Of course, that one holds the first story I wanted to show him. I want to delete 1 little sentence... I sent the email, so, too late now to just take down the text in an Open Office file. D'awwwww, shit. |
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