Sent a literary poem, plus the Architect of Bonfires one I mentioned in a previous post, off to markets.
The nerves have set in. I’m scared.
The thought, bouncing about in my head:- What Have I Done..?!
Well, it’s too late.
Repeat: the worst that can happen is life goes on, (albeit with two rejection slips!)…
Ok that’s not working… I don’t want rejection slips!