It’s time for a confession. For years now, I’ve harbored a secret addiction.
I’m not talking about my addiction to books. For writers, a book fetish simply
goes with the territory. Right now, my nightstand is piled so high with books
that if the stack toppled and fell on my foot, I’d end up with several broken
toes. You understand what I’m talking about. Probably your nightstand is in the
same condition. If not, you wouldn’t spend your time reading Fresh Fiction
blogs, would you?
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