Nerves ahoy… next stop, fear on a broken record…

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!



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