I was between marriages and headed to the grocery store for single guy staples: beer, butter, beef jerky, one-ply toilet paper, beer, and tater chips.
Read MoreBill also kept things interesting by modulating keys or switching to another song entirely while we were in the middle of a song.
Read MoreI took a deep cleansing breath, and returned to the sentence frags, comma splices, and 300-500 word run-on sentences.
Read MoreAfter the Universe applies an intricate and unknown series of algorithms that eventually lead to a writer landing an agent—hot dang a-mighty, Margo, quit your job, I got me an agent and I’m gonna be on the New York Times Bestseller List in a month or two—the waiting starts all over again, this time for the ever-elusive publishing contract.
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