writing
Too many stories started. Not enough finished. Except for these sapphires in the rough. Some were written while riding a bus. Some because my class or writing group required me to finish something. And some…just because.
BTW, it should go without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: all of these stories are mine and the copyrights belong to me. By all means, link to a story if you like it, but don’t dare steal from me. Because, as the Great Green one said, “You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”
