redzinger
Literotica Guru
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- Feb 17, 2007
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No, not my hangover.
I was at the osteopath yesterday (trapped nerve malarkey) and I happened to glance at their bookshelf. There was a paperback by a chick-lit author who I used to read ten or so years ago.
So, being bored, I picked it up. Just finished it. It was...poor.
I couldn't care less for the love of this woman's life - he has 'dark eyes', that's all we know about him. Tbh, he seems like a bit of a prick. We don't know much about the woman either. There's no feeling, the characters are like robots. It was flat.
I put it down feeling oddly deflated and frustrated. And envious - how I wish I'd started writing earlier.
I was at the osteopath yesterday (trapped nerve malarkey) and I happened to glance at their bookshelf. There was a paperback by a chick-lit author who I used to read ten or so years ago.
So, being bored, I picked it up. Just finished it. It was...poor.
I couldn't care less for the love of this woman's life - he has 'dark eyes', that's all we know about him. Tbh, he seems like a bit of a prick. We don't know much about the woman either. There's no feeling, the characters are like robots. It was flat.
I put it down feeling oddly deflated and frustrated. And envious - how I wish I'd started writing earlier.