I've written three novel manuscripts, met with major publishers about
all three, but all came to naught. This was a long time ago. I
destroyed all three manuscripts. Hard drives are long dead. None of them
exist.
But in going through all of our stuff in storage I found there was a paper version of one of the novels. It is called Falling. The opening goes like this...
"The thin chime pierced the silence. Heads or tails. Life or death.
The coin landed.
He shrugged.
It was death.
Okay."
But in going through all of our stuff in storage I found there was a paper version of one of the novels. It is called Falling. The opening goes like this...
"The thin chime pierced the silence. Heads or tails. Life or death.
The coin landed.
He shrugged.
It was death.
Okay."
I might take a look at this survivor.
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