Dark, soulful tales that haunt long after the last page.
It was a slow start to the writing day. I sat at the computer for hours, but couldn’t concentrate as the kids played and whined and questioned. Plus there was the distraction of staring at a bottle of pills, knowing that if I took the first one I was admitting to my age. Last year…
It was a slow start to the writing day. I sat at the computer for hours, but couldn’t concentrate as the kids played and whined and questioned. Plus there was the distraction of staring at a bottle of pills, knowing that if I took the first one I was admitting to my age. Last year…