“When she got back from taking Cassie to school Fancy knew that she ought to be working on her wilderness romance. She had promised thirty thousand words to her editor by tomorrow, and she had only written eleven. Specifically:
His rhinoceros smelled like a poppadom: sweaty, salty, strange and strong.
Her editor would cut that line.” ~ Jaclyn Moriarty, The Spell Book of Listen Taylor
I would too . . .
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I am simply hülya. Life has given me several of the utmost valuable gifts: A daughter, a grandson and a granddaughter. Friends who are ready and willing to come to my rescue regardless of the level of despair I am in are also in plentitude. They are my cankardeşlerim, what we may call "soul sisters" in English. As for the post-birth acquisitions of some importance to some (or many) people, I fulfill professional functions as a Penn State Liberal Arts faculty; an incorrigible lifelong educator with endless enthusiasm to teach and learn; the Director of Inner Child Editing Services; a writer - poetry equals my life, after my child and grandchildren, of course. I am also a literary translator. When it comes to my worldview, I am a dedicated and devoted humanist.
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