Gubbins & Guff - 16 Short Stories by Fernando Villa (not the football player)
My book is going to Amazon. Not The Amazon, because we hate mosquitoes, not the Amazon Island, because I'm not sure if Temiscira was real or not. The one with the bald guy.
If worrying and staring at blank pages counts as writing, I've been working on this book for a long time. The stories here reignited my love and hate for the art of storytelling. Some became dear to me, others proved to me that I might not be that good of a writer at 3 AM while eating biscuits and chain-smoking my pipe. Some will become novels, I hope.
I decided not to properly edit my difficulty with English to give it my accent. But I promise that if any of you have any problems with that, the next one is going to be better. Or my editor would slap some sense into me with kind words. Love you, Krys.
My book is going to Amazon. Not The Amazon, because we hate mosquitoes, not the Amazon Island, because I'm not sure if Temiscira was real or not. The one with the bald guy.
If worrying and staring at blank pages counts as writing, I've been working on this book for a long time. The stories here reignited my love and hate for the art of storytelling. Some became dear to me, others proved to me that I might not be that good of a writer at 3 AM while eating biscuits and chain-smoking my pipe. Some will become novels, I hope.
I decided not to properly edit my difficulty with English to give it my accent. But I promise that if any of you have any problems with that, the next one is going to be better. Or my editor would slap some sense into me with kind words. Love you, Krys.
My book is going to Amazon. Not The Amazon, because we hate mosquitoes, not the Amazon Island, because I'm not sure if Temiscira was real or not. The one with the bald guy.
If worrying and staring at blank pages counts as writing, I've been working on this book for a long time. The stories here reignited my love and hate for the art of storytelling. Some became dear to me, others proved to me that I might not be that good of a writer at 3 AM while eating biscuits and chain-smoking my pipe. Some will become novels, I hope.
I decided not to properly edit my difficulty with English to give it my accent. But I promise that if any of you have any problems with that, the next one is going to be better. Or my editor would slap some sense into me with kind words. Love you, Krys.