pchis1 wrote:A pale shadow falls across my desk. A hot hand squeezes the shoulder of my cotton shirt. ‘Curran, come with me. Now, please.’
First line of Red Skies Over Solapur, my novel set in India, 1946/7.
Bridey wrote:PrinceCorwin, write however you want to write: find your own voice and be proud of it.
gr wrote:How did I not know about this?!
"A Writer and Three Script Editors Walk into a Bar"