My first time with actual sex was a disaster. I won’t go into details, but let’s just say no one, not the warmest, fuzziest romance writer nor the sleaziest porn producer could capture the tragi-comedy of my first sexual experience. But I’d like to think I got better with the whole sex thing. I did it right at least twice: both the sex thing and the book thing.
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Why I Have Failed To Write a Word in 2014
By Aaron Michael Ritchey I am the problem. Not the clock. Not the industry. Not my critique group. Not my readers. Not even my stalker fans. Wait, I don’t have stalker fans. Dang. No, I am the problem. When I don’t write, I am the problem? First of all, I forget so easily most everything…