My Name was Supposed to be Elizabeth Ann

I write stories about stories–Reading them, writing them, living them

I have a confession to make.   In April and May,  I watched waaay too much (for me) Monday night television.  More on that in a bit, but first–StoryADay. For years, I had put off joining the May challenge because I mistakenly thought I had to write a ready-for-readers story every day for thirty-one days …

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