Sometimes, I bully him into leaving an editor's note. He knows I'll love him if he does that.
Last week, I found an old short story I wrote. I might have mentioned this, but most of my short stories are usually scenes of a longer story, a novel perhaps. More like, an excerpt of a novel. You might think that I've written that book, but no. I write scenes.
Today, I posted that old story, one playing on emotions. I've always gravitated towards stories of love lost and betrayal. Heartbreak. I think if I ever make a writing career for myself, there's a big chance I'll be that author who writes a collection of bittersweet/heartbreaking stories for women who needs a good cry or self pity.
Mokesart thinks I'll be shitty rich if that ever happens. I seem to agree with him. Haha. So, here's the story, yes, this is a promotion of my blog. Do go read and comment, I'll really appreciate it.
Love,
4 comments:
He is right, that would make you filthy rich, as long as it's always the guy who's a jerk.
Let's not forget making the other woman a bitch.
You, lady, should write a novel. Break it down into pieces if that's what'll keep you going. I'd buy your book when you write one.
Boom. I got a buyer before I write a book. Well I got my NaNoWriMo work. Which is at 50K words but not even half done. Maybe I'll complete it this year. Mokesart has his plans with it.
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