Radio, Where?
Who needs the radio?
Who needs the radio?
Determined to finalize this manuscript “Big Horn Catchmequick,” I refuse to pull my mind away, now. Therefor, for the sake of creative content, I choose to leave you with excerpts of my upcoming novel.
A wind blows cold against bare flesh; a heavy mask lingers impenetrable to the heavy cloak of night, by even the deceiving moon.
I grew up listening to my Granddaddy’s stories about his father’s sheep company in central Wyoming.