More of Joy’s Story featuring Cassie
She knew the rules. She knew she’d broken a couple of them. She knew she was in trouble. She’d just guaranteed herself even less freedom than she’d had before. God, she was stupid.
Category: manuscripts
The Color of Nothing
What my mother didn’t know was how often I wished she’d done as he wanted. I wish I wasn’t even here. I try hard not to be. But she doesn’t appreciate my efforts.
The Manuscripts Under The Bed
I am haunted by my unfinished works. Every once in awhile, I take out one of those novels I started years ago and never quite finished. Or I finished it but…there’s always a but. It still needed work. It got rejected and I gave up on it. I got tired…
