I Ought To Come Up There And

Whatever Had Happened To Him [newt] Out There — Maybe Even Related To His Lingering Ankle Injury — Had Been Truly Awful.

He Pulled The Envelope Out Of His Pocket And Ripped It Open, Then Took Out The Slip Of Paper. The Soft Lights That Ringed The Mirror Lit Up The Message In A Warm Glow. It Was Two Short Sentences: " Kill Me. If You've Ever Been My Friend, Kill Me.

Ah, My Knight In Shining Armor. What, You Don't Think I Can Fend For Myself?

To Practice - Write Each And Every Day If Possible - Then Try To Attend Professional Writer's Conferences Where You Can Learn Your Craft, Get To Know Fellow Writers, And Meet Editors And Agents.

Rose Took My Nose, I Suppose