Such was my encounter with a woman who names herself JeanneT.
Lacking further desire to dance the macabre, I now watch as she and her sisters gather to spit and fume in a cacaphony of sanguine vulgarity ill-veiled as humor, their meal having evaded their clutching grasp.
MY WORDS TO YOU FOR THE DAY: Never assume you know who and what your chosen victim is and was.
Recently:
- They Work Very Hard
- Treading the Dangers of Fiction
- Infighting About Grammar & Punctuation
- Scary Writers
- New Novel, Chapter Two
- To the Book Store
- New Novel Amid Chaos
- Raw Gore, Explicit Cruelty, Debased Sex in Novels
- Back from Summer Hiatus
- Self-Publishing IS Better
