Sunday, July 3, 2005LOSTMatthew was ecstatic. He ran down the corridor with all the exuberance of a four year old boy. As he ran into a crowd of people, he thought about his favourite day of the week. Saturdays were special days for him and his Mom. When he got up on Saturday mornings, he could barely wait for the day to... Sign in to see full entry.posted by word.smith at 6:23 PM I Welcome Your Opinion (15) (link) |
About this BlogI am trying my hand with fiction as I don't have many pieces to my credit yet. I also need honest (read that as brutal, if necessary) opinions on whether I can write worth a damn. My goal, as I suspect it is with most of us here, is to be able to make money from my writing. Feel free to make your voice heard in the comments section!Links |
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