Father Max
Well, after three weeks of getting berated (not really) in my literary group and being told (not really) that JF:SP is drivel (not really), and getting depressed and cynical and being on the verge of calling it quits as a writer and telling myself I'm just not up to it (well, almost), I finally received positive feedback on the pages I brought tonight (woohoo)! And it's not Space Pirates! This, in fact, marks the first non-space, non-pirate pages I've written and/or brought to the group. I thought I'd share my success with all one of you who are interested (hi mom!).
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J+M+J
The red and blue glare of the sirens, blinding in the darkness, let me know that I was in the right place. I was not native to the area and even though I had lived in the small town of Sand Canyon for a few years now, these back roads were still treacherous for me to navigate, especially at night. I was glad to know that I had not gotten lost this time.
