Oh yeah. It’s time. Got a decent little twist for it, too. And I’m thinking long: like, novella-long. 15-30,000 words long. Stuff you’re a fool to write because there’s nowhere to sell it.
But that’s not really the case anymore, is it? Wish me luck.
It's been six years since the plague and Tristan has spent five of them in Maui with her brother Alden. Life seems quiet. Simple. Peaceful. All these...
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