My Dad’s been reading my stuff the last week or so (from my thesis and some of the early-draft chapters of the new novel). He said to me, “You’re either some sort of genius . . . or you’re totally insane. Where does this stuff come from?”
Mostly, it comes from my head.
Jokingly, looking at the fallen angels and voodoo verses of the epic, he said, “All those years of good, Catholic school upbringing and where did it go?”
I told him it all went into a dark epic poem.
I love it. You are a genius.
I love it. You are a genius.
I’m always interested to see how your grandma would react to your writing. I bet she’d love your novel! 😉
I concur. Let’s take her a copy….
I’m not serious.
My Grandpa has a copy. He wanted to know how much it would cost to print him one and my Dad sayd, “I don’t think Mom is going to like this book.” And good old Grandpa said, “tough shit.”
I don’t know of Grandma will ever see it or not . . .
My Grandpa has a copy. He wanted to know how much it would cost to print him one and my Dad sayd, “I don’t think Mom is going to like this book.” And good old Grandpa said, “tough shit.”
I don’t know of Grandma will ever see it or not . . .
I concur. Let’s take her a copy….
I’m not serious.
Yeah . . .
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I’m always interested to see how your grandma would react to your writing. I bet she’d love your novel! 😉