Think psychics ain’t real? A little over a decade ago I asked that guy if I’d have any success with novels and he said no. And boy was he right. I’m really glad I called him. Only 40 bucks.
He told me to write short stories instead.
I didn’t get rich, or nuthin’. But I did make that money back.
And I know, now, I ain’t gonna die unsatisfied with my talents. I proved what I needed to. A handful of people agree.
This is one of those pieces that make me proud. I won’t lie, I get a little fretful sometimes people don’t scroll through the archives. I suspect they’re not much interested in my fiction. It’s the charm of my discourse what lures ’em to subscribe.
Anyway, just letting you know it’s here.
I am interested in your fiction