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    Work that muscle

    They say that writing is a muscle and it needs to be exercised otherwise it atrophies into nothingness and your forced to move like a worm everywhere. Okay, so it doesn’t really say that, but writing is a muscle and to work mine I’m writing a lil’ short small (anyother adjectives I can squeek in there??) tiny story. Here’s a piece (caution this is unedited, unproof read raw material… oh and copyright). The rain hammered down on the windshield as Jenny and I made our way to the mechanic shop. I had been so relieved to finally find a BMW mechanic that didn’t have a drinking problem or was as…

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    The Wait

    This is an ode to my editor Anne… whilst she slaves away editing line after line and word after word of the entire 175 pages of my manuscript, I pace. I fill the time with necessary filler of locating a printer for my brick-and-mortar release, write catchy synopsis, build The Legend website, put together a Book Sheet, ponder the implications of the ISBN number, and create a release calendar for these final months. But in the back of my head I’m always wondering, how bloody with edits will it look like when I get it? What is she doing now? What page is she on? Is it wrong to want…