The second draft is always tough. As writers, we fall in love with our work, thinking that just about every word we write is sacrosanct, and every sentence is the most profoundly clever thing ever put to paper. 266 more words
What if you’re wrong? – T.N.W. Jackson
Detective Tyndal gave final instructions to his colleague before sitting down opposite the ordinary man once more. They sat looking at each other across the bare metal table for a moment and Tyndal was irked by the man’s composure, his absolute confidence that he had done the right thing. 2,791 more words
My childhood home was a blue condo. That’s what the neighborhood was called – The Blue Condos.
Our condo was the perfect size for our family. 167 more words