No way was I doing Twitter. Twitter was a spam-fest. A cross-hatched mess. It went against my whole philosophy. Except… “Reddit killed your blog,” my husband said. “Why would you not want to rebuild your readership? It might help you promote your new novel.” The words “killed your blog” cut deep, though they were only […]
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For a writer, being a professional is considered the highest distinction. If someone is paid, and especially if he is published traditionally, well, he must be really good. And if paid writers are the best, then it is easy to assume that those who write only for the love of it are the worst. This
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Click here to return to the beginning of the story. To return to Part 2, click previous. Previous Paragraph: Maxwell was standing, legs apart and shoulders hunched, as the nurse headed toward the bassinet with her needle primed. He marched toward the bassinet until the stage hand blocked his progress. Max stopped, turned his head,
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