Edited, printed and being sent for publishing...

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The memoirs of a drunken romantic I wrote a few weeks back have now been edited (or as my dad called it "Taking out all the swearwords") and printed off so I can send it off to somewhere to see if it can get published.

Fuck knows who I'll send it to but over the next day or so I'll grab a copy of a few of the magazines I think I have the best chance of being published in.

Wish me luck... I'll need it.

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Wreckless Euroafrican said…
It's goning to happen for you man.
Best of luck...

Salagatle!
7:15 am
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