I have been away for so long. What was I doing? I spent the last six months writing. What was I writing? I have written a story containing 188, 486 words figuring the more words the better. WRONG!
But when we are wrong may as well be wrong right. Right?
What I ended up having is enough words for three books. After care full inspection done by this writer, I am ordered to break down this written into three sections for three stories.
WHEH WE ARE WRONG it feels good to get something good out of it. Even if it gives us a head ache.
After all that I have written I still have no name for my book, books. Laughing BUZZER? HIGH NOON? TWENTY-SEVEN DAYS?
Maybe none of the above! My brain hurts.