“I can feel my muscles
tense up in panic but I somehow will my face to let out a smile. I can only
hope I don’t look totally constipated.”
Finally I’ve reached absolute writerhood, when I truly write what I know.
“I can feel my muscles
tense up in panic but I somehow will my face to let out a smile. I can only
hope I don’t look totally constipated.”
Finally I’ve reached absolute writerhood, when I truly write what I know.