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He sat with his head in his hands; unable to believe, incapable of processing what had happened. Things could hardly have turned out worse. He’d wracked his brains for hours, trying to think of a solution,...

The fifth draft completed (minor tweaks aside – v5.1, 5.2, 5.3…), finally I felt my first novel, Eight Seasons was ready to be self-published. I’d long since given up any aspirations of traditional...