I wish I were, oh, I wish I were a pirate...
Blighted by perpetual sailor envy, one day I-WILL sail the seven seas. Now, if I can just get over my fear of the ocean…and swimming, storms, the deep, sharks, killer whales, that gigantic octopus, other pirates, motion sickness, canvas shoes, seaweed…
Why am I drawn to that which I fear?—and guess where it’s taking me in my current WIP? Only, in the world of fiction, I can be what I want, do what I want, and shine like the very stars that guide my protagonists. P-r-e-t-t-y cool!
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RETURN MY HEART