A Classic Wreck
It all started in a ’77 faded red Buick Skylark. The engine was stellar, the white leather seats unmarred, and the driver a young eighteen-year-old version of clueless personified: me. There I sat...
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I wrote this almost a year ago. Now that my story is finally ready for the pitching stage, I thought it appropriate to share again . The elevator pitch. In the writing world, it’s a short summary of...
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