I would rather have one face stitched in my memory than the many faces I failed to save.
A writer who argues with a reviewer needs to throw a rope over their shoulder and pull their head out of their ass.
I didn’t ask to be born into this world, it just happened. My job is to ride it out until the end.
As a writer, I’ll take a loud honest prick over a sugar coating liar any day.
No stitching can yield an unending surge of blood which courses through the veins of a writer.
I don’t want to be one of those writers a publisher will publish just to make a buck. I want to be a writer a publisher wants to publish because I’m just that good.
A writer who argues with a reviewer needs to throw a rope over their shoulder and pull their head out of their ass.
I didn’t ask to be born into this world, it just happened. My job is to ride it out until the end.
As a writer, I’ll take a loud honest prick over a sugar coating liar any day.
No stitching can yield an unending surge of blood which courses through the veins of a writer.
I don’t want to be one of those writers a publisher will publish just to make a buck. I want to be a writer a publisher wants to publish because I’m just that good.