A writer's life is full of discarded posts. So many things we want to say, want to write, and courage comes to actually type but once it's all ready to go our publicist comes out and erases it all. I guess it's why we write short stories, poems, and books to get our messages out. Encoded and threaded with color, bound in pages, slapped with the title 'fiction' while the author is smiling because that's not entirely true, or should I say false?...