On a whim one weekend, with Beth out running errands, I went upstairs, found a box in a closet, and pulled out a copy of the manuscript. Then I went back downstairs, opened the windows to get a breeze going through the house, and sat down and began reading.
And I was blown away. Not in a good way.
The rejections I’d gotten hadn’t been for something as remedial as a spelling error.
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