6. August. 2007.
I don't know if people are going to like my book. I don't think it's good enough. No one's going to buy it. Or maybe I can be Santa and just drop it off on their front porch with a note that says do not read, because then people will read. And then the cover has to be real mysterious and creepy with a talking face on it that's all like, "READ ME. REEEEEEAD ME." Who wouldn't read a book with a talking face on it?
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In the Days of Chapstick, Gum, and Soda
HumorI might write a book. I don't know. Life happens to get in the way of that sometimes. * * * * * Inspired by @Woowoowriting and her books: The Darlings of Suburbia and Seeking Connections. * * * * * Short Story #319 Hu...
