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So....what do you do when you are born into a family with a history of sooth sayers, fortune tellers, card readers and a shitload of paranormal activity,...that seemed perfectly damned normal when you were growing up?
You turn it into a book project.
Okay...before you rip it apart--this isn't here for critique. Trust me, I have a beta and she's a killer. She's also been nagging me non stop to get the goddamned book in motion. There have been a few false starts--this may be one of them. I'm throwing this chapter out simply because one MUST START SOMEWHERE. It will most likely be torn up or thrown away...but let me at least give this another shot.
Let me introduce you to some characters who are very, very dear to me....and yes...PARTS of this are true.
You turn it into a book project.
Okay...before you rip it apart--this isn't here for critique. Trust me, I have a beta and she's a killer. She's also been nagging me non stop to get the goddamned book in motion. There have been a few false starts--this may be one of them. I'm throwing this chapter out simply because one MUST START SOMEWHERE. It will most likely be torn up or thrown away...but let me at least give this another shot.
Let me introduce you to some characters who are very, very dear to me....and yes...PARTS of this are true.
( The House of Flying Tables, Chapter 1 )
