Every writer needs an editor. I don't care how good you are or think you are.
We all look. The lucky find.
Survivors lived with their mistakes.
Nobody's that naive," she muttered. "Nobody's that guileless." "He's from Nebraska." Peabody scanned her pocket unit. "From where?" "Nebraska." Peabody waived a hand, vaguely west.... "They still grow them pretty guileless in Nebraska. I think it's all that soy and corn.
I want to keep you, till the end of days.
Wouldn't it be nice if everything balanced in the world? If right came out on top and wrong was punished. It sure would be simple.