by Lynn H. Blackburn @LynnHBlackburn
Ideally, we would all hit send on our manuscripts and immediately retire to the locale of our choice. Perhaps a country estate, a mountain cabin, a beach house, or maybe even a yacht. In each of these environments, we would be served food and beverages, celebrated for our mammoth achievements, and encouraged to soak in the bliss of a job well done.
SCREEEECH.
That was the needle being scraped along the record of real life.
