Sorry.”I fell back into my chair, looked at the note, then crumpled it and threw it into the trash. I smelled of the spice of the previous night’s submission. Gay porn It’s too expensive and risky to publish on my own, the market is saturated as it is, and I don’t have the time with my job to do the work I want to do. “Can you hear me?”I waited, staring at the same point in space, hoping that someone would appear and tell me that it was okay. They deserved novels unto themselves, each of them. I didn’t have time to focus on pacing, or character arcs, or thematic underpinnings–instead, I was pinned to the story, caught hopelessly in the grasp of creation without concern of quality. They spread my legs wide, wider than I was prepared for. There were so many to choose from, and I wanted to do all and none of them at the same time.
