382 words, 2 minutes read time. This isn't going to go over very well and will be less than politically correct, not to mention terribly unwoke. This issue has nagged me for the longest time. It's that I have this irresistible urge to scratch and bite people when they drag their so-called ESA (Essentially Stupid... Continue Reading →
NEED REPAIR1.The Continuous Adventures of Dirty Socks: Book Eleven, Chapter 5b
Page break 2. The Indian Ocean -wip- The cat, which in my mind I was already calling Dirty Socks the name I knew my late murdered father had called it, as well as my grandfather did his incarnation (what other word could I use for this version). It seemed to pay no mind towards me.... Continue Reading →
Dirtysocks: Adventures aboard The Nalini (book eleven, chapter 5)
NOTE: Galley Proof! Author and Editor eyes only! Not intended for publication! I was on deck when dawn morning sun rose, a blurry silver disk low in the east. It was cool and damp. I was still in my light bedclothes but wanted to be on deck to look about and to check the anchor... Continue Reading →
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