When the mirror broke, the pieces scattered across the living room floor like lethal confetti. Slivers glittered in the light. Images flickered, disconnected and startling. The frame slumped against the wall, its black wood dull without the distraction of reflection. The paper in its center had a splotch of mold shaped like the face of a bearded man.
The guests stared at the shattered disaster. No one moved to clear it up. The shards taunted them with their knife sharp edges, eyeing soft finger with greedy lips. Come on, they seemed to crow, sweep me up.
I dare you.
Carolyn's Adventures in Self publishing
Self-publishing is a booming industry and the internet is awash in how-to guides on the topic. This blog is not going to add to the heaps of helpful information already out there. This is my story about the process I'm choosing to bring the final book in my REWIND trilogy to life.
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