The author opened the book to the map. “This is the secret map past Mt. Publication to Mt. Marketing,” said the guide. “It is a murky road, full of paths many of tread and twists no one can see.” “And this map will guarantee success?” the author said. “No,” the guide said, “But walking this…
She leaned her chin on her elbow and watched through the window. Being asked to be the heroine of a novel was quite an honor, but she found herself quite ordinary. Her wardrobe was made of second-hand dresses she had repaired. Both her parents were alive and well. There was no dashing hero on a…
The author sat in her lair, brooding as she looked over the stack of unpublished manuscripts, letters of rejection, and the collateral clutter of their writing be ignored. Her story was worthy, her words honed and powerful. Her voice had to be shared. She could no longer knock at the ironclad doors. Instead, she would…
The L. Palmer Chronicles 