I’m a bit distracted because I’m watching the last episode of “The Sopranos”. If I hear the “F” word one more time or see anyone else’s finger cut off with a meat cleaver, I must discontinue television.
The good thing is, I signed a contract today for a book deal. The book doesn’t have a title because my editor hasn’t figured out who we are trying to reach.
He has published fellow Mississippi authors John M. Floyd, Valerie Winn, Jim Ritchie, Mike Windham, and Barbie Bassett. He only publishes Mississippi writers and doesn’t want to deal with non-fiction writers;
Okay. He decided I can write fictional stuff. My goodness, everyone knows I can write fiction.
‘Then, I shot the man and blew the smoke out of my gun….”