Coming Undone

Beginning to think writing books is the cruelest thing ever. Just when you believe your story has meaning, flows well, and touches a soul, you realize those nasty pixies have been tinkering with your computer again. And the screws in your head have come loose once again, leaving you screaming in madness. That’s when you’ve reached insanity. All for an imaginary world. But the imaginary world is so much more fun… Just don’t forget to catch a glimpse of the sun once in a while… Currently updating my novels with different formatting and removing those glitches… Clover Books