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Am I the only one who thinks that the Internet has cranked it up to Eleven? Well, my writing only goes up to Nine. So what's a novelist to do?

Asking a question here. What? You have no answers for me? OK, then I will plod on, fake it, muddle through. I will entertain the best I can, knowing I will never be in the Shakespeare class.

Yes, I did pee on that hydrant.

Marking my territory, y'know! Spewing my uniqueness.

What makes us US ; that spark inside each of us that somehow survived parents, authority, school, jobs, that occasionally peeks out to make a "mistake" according to the World's View: (hell, my errors are more REAL than anything else about me) Cultivate THAT; Find A Voice For THAT; Make THAT Sing & Shout & Dance! @hg47