Saturday, October 13, 2007



I swear, last night I dreamt of an ENTIRE story. Cover to cover. No kidding.

When I woke up, I could only remember bits and pieces. A girl, ping pong balls, a floor with wooden planks. And some holes.

By the time I finished brushing my teeth, the only memory left was some girl dropping some balls. Nothing by the time I started up my computer.

It was like Alzheimer's on fast forward.

But trust me, it was a bestseller.

And it's the splendid month of October. Where great things are supposed to happen at Twisted Tales.


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