Skip to content

Rejected Book Plots

Not every book can be the next Twilight


A open letter to my future children currently not invading my uterus but at some point whom will likely reside in there,

No means no! Except for when it means maybe. Every other time- no is no. No is always no. (Except when it isn’t)


Future me.

P.S. If you are my son: girls are complicated. Except when they aren’t.



Tags: ,

%d bloggers like this: