Still alive! still kicking (No really, my doctors tried to stick me in a wheel chair as the cancer is affecting my motor control, I kicked him.) But seriously Still writing too.
Unfortunately, sometimes the drugs produce lines like this gem:
The thing was shower, fan blows then he was then stairs down, taking his seat aggressively with the sweaty.
Weird title I know. But it seems fitting, I've spent the past several weeks (Month?) in a chemical stupor with my most complex thought being: "Why does the thing."
Chapter 3 (all 5,637 words of it) has been sent to one of my amazingly generous editors!
But I'm always looking for pre-readers/second opinions with amazing mastery of the English language!
If you'd like to pre-read/edit: "Isn't Right" which is Chapter 3 of Finding Home, Discovering Life please let me know here or in a message! and I'll send you a link!
First off, if your reading this. Thank you! It's been almost 3 weeks since I launched Finding Home, Discovering Life and It's been lots of fun and lots of work with wonderful support from you, the readers!
not really. it's just that some people don't like reading anthro stories, but sometimes the tags on a story don't accurately tell you what's going to be in the story itself. or at least, that's been my experience with it.
not really. it's just that some people don't like reading anthro stories, but sometimes the tags on a story don't accurately tell you what's going to be in the story itself. or at least, that's been my experience with it.
Thanks for the clarification, my curiosity is sated!