Writer K.A. Bedford: When The Baby Dies
The new book project died on the table today. Which is to say, I admitted that it was chock full of bits that didn’t go together at all well. I’m feeling pretty glum about it, but consider that it would be worse if I had a repeat of the UMBRA fiasco, where I actually finished the damn thing before discovering it was a giant bag of steaming poo. So it could be worse.
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