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If Anyone Is Interested...

As you know I've been in the process of writing a book.

I've decided to post a chapter or four on a private forum that I am hosting. If you would like to read, please email me at my addy on this blog. I'll give you the link and the code to join the forum. You will need to sign up, it's free. I know it's a hassle and I apologize.

I just thought I'd put it out there for some of my friends who may be interested in giving me some creative criticism and/or feedback.

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  1. Pammy, I'll give it a read and let you know what I think. It's pretty horifying stuff though isn't it?

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  2. Pammy, I would like to read those chapters too, but I don't think I'd make a good critic. Where do I sign up?

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  3. Tommy, it's about me and about my friend and how things came to be.

    It's not the happiest of topics but..well, you know. I need to get it out.

    Carmy, if you haven't sent me an email, please do then I can send you my link and code. I'd rather not post it all publicly here.

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  4. Never a hassle, but the question is: do you want some idiot newspaper editor reading it?

    Whur's yer e-mail?

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  5. Oh, I didn't read very well.

    frontier_editor@yahoo.com

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  6. Pammy, my email is tom@bewithyourhorse.com

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  7. You've both got mail.

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