One fine day three years ago, I almost mowed a stunt-happy ass-hat on a motorcycle down with my car. My anger at his complacency led to me to discover the complacency that had developed in my writing. (Weird, yeah. That's how the queen's brain works, yo.) "Don't be a douche on the road or at your keyboard—drivers… Continue reading One-Liner Wednesday — Complacency can be the Kiss of Death in more ways than one.
Manuscript. Head. Drawer. 