The images pretty much sum up how the cogs in my brain seem to be these past few days. Lucas emailed me about if I was venting or if he (and others) should be concerned; I told it was more like extended journal entries. Quite possibly Frank St. Cyr might be thinking some of those passages since I made the second novel into a narrative. The three images seem to connect, at least to me. Well, regardless, happy springtime, everybody. I'll be out in the garage. Wayne
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Spartans, enjoy your breakfast for tonight our beds are made hell!"
I do like that book cover.
Well, at least you're okay. You're too precious to us unpublished writers to go wack-job on us. I'm glad you're here.
Now, about the garage....
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