Thursday, January 26, 2012
Leanne Dyck read the instructions over slowly. A true story about someone in my life...I could write about my husband...I have tons of stories about Byron. She gulped. But if I do he'd...he'd...never forgive me. He's so private. Her brows knit. But if I don't... Nervously, she wrung her hands. It's so hard to break into the publishing industry. Entering this contest might be my big break. What do I do? Think. Another story called her name. Her face softened. Of course... She crossed her fingers and pressed send.